Panting After Peace in Prayer
Stephen Copeland
February 25, 2024
In prayer, we let ourselves come to God imperfectly, pantingly, yet in this honesty about our condition.
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Stephen Copeland
Stephen Copeland is a storyteller and an Indiana native who now lives in Charlotte, North Carolina. His new book, "In the House of Rising Sounds," explores the spiritual dimensions of music and thin places. He is an editor with Franciscan Media.
Grace in Liminality
Stephen Copeland
February 25, 2024
It seems to me that one of the most difficult things in the spiritual life is opening oneself up to experiencing God’s love, grace, and goodness during the liminal times of our lives—that space of helplessness and unknowing between the crucifixion and Resurrection.
We Are Not Alone
Stephen Copeland
February 16, 2024
Core to the Christian Gospel for Franciscans is the realization that the God of the universe decided to enter into our world, first through creation itself (Gn 1), then through the Incarnation (Jn 1), not because of sin or the need to “pay a price,” but simply because that’s what love does.
Hidden in Christ
Stephen Copeland
January 27, 2024
Colossians 3:3 suggests that when we die to ourselves and set our minds on things above, our lives become “hidden with Christ in God.”
‘Courage to Be’
Stephen Copeland
January 18, 2024
Enneagram Fours often frequent the past to explore feelings which can lead to emotional awareness and wonderful creative expression, but sometimes they can also get stuck in the past or their own nostalgia.
Rising Sounds All Around
Stephen Copeland
January 9, 2024
The cacophony of the world and my own noisy mind can sometimes make me feel like I’m spinning out of control—in a constant state of reaction.
Partner in the Plan
Stephen Copeland
December 22, 2023
One of the overlooked characters in the Christmas narrative is Joseph. The Scriptures don’t tell us much about him, but one can imagine how confusing it would have been for him to discover that his wife-to-be was pregnant with a child that was not his.