St. Anthony Messenger: Dances and Diapers
I hold my newborn son; he holds my gaze. As I carry him in my arms, he carries my heart to a new place. I notice every shift of his eyes,...
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STEPHEN COPELAND
AUTHOR & STORYTELLER
St. Anthony Messenger: Live in Me, Love in Me, Act in Me
Etched on the back of my mother’s headstone are three simple prayers: “Lord, live in me, love in me, and act in me.” Adapted from...
'There's still work to do'
“There’s still work to do,” I heard him say on a video screen. His words were faint, soft, broken. Norberto, a Paraguayan missionary who...
St. Anthony Messenger: Praying without Words
How do I begin writing about prayer when I have not felt like praying? It’s not that I’m angry at God. It’s not that I’m indifferent to...
Poem: East Rim Junction
All we had was one vague map on the lost trail which found a few. There were more hikers at the start as each scattered stranger received...
Poem: Chartreuse
Sipping memories like chartreuse, we were so damn happy then, when Indiana stopped the clock again— snowbound, midnight, plaid pajamas...
St. Anthony Messenger: Resurrection Song
I stood quietly in the back of the sanctuary one Easter Sunday, surrounded by raised hands and lifted voices—but feeling alone. Though I...
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