Raymond Burr

Raymond Burr passed away on September 12, 1993, at the age of 76, after kidney cancer spread to his liver.

Before his death, he had already completed filming his final Perry Mason television movie, leaving audiences with one last courtroom appearance to remember.

Barbara Hale lived on for nearly twenty-four more years. She died on January 26, 2017, at 94, becoming the beloved Della Street who outlived her legendary screen partner by almost a quarter of a century.

When Perry Mason first entered America's living rooms, Raymond Burr commanded every courtroom in his dark suit with quiet confidence.

Always by his side was Della Street.

Files in hand.

Every detail remembered.

Watching everything.

Their relationship was never built on romance.

It was built on unwavering trust, perfect timing, quiet conversations, and the knowing smile Della gave whenever Perry Mason uncovered the truth.

Although Della was officially Perry's secretary, Barbara Hale never played her as someone who simply took notes.

She protected frightened clients, guarded confidential secrets, noticed the smallest flaws in testimony, and wasn't afraid to challenge Perry when she believed something wasn't right—all without ever raising her voice.

Their partnership became so effortless that Hale often said they communicated in shorthand. If she quietly cleared her throat because a scene didn't feel right, Burr instantly understood. He would calmly ask what was bothering her, make the adjustment on the very next take, and continue working.

No speeches.

No drama.

Just complete understanding.

Across 271 episodes, audiences watched impossible cases unfold and justice prevail. Behind the scenes, the workload was just as demanding. Burr often arrived before sunrise to memorize pages of dialogue, while Hale sometimes drove to the studio wearing pajamas beneath her robe because filming began so early.

Yet none of that exhaustion ever reached the screen.

Viewers saw only Perry Mason.

Della Street.

And another witness realizing the truth was closing in.

Off camera, Burr balanced authority with kindness, humor, and remarkable generosity. Hale always believed he created a set where everyone genuinely wanted to work.

Nearly twenty years after the original series ended, the pair reunited for a new Perry Mason mystery movie. Hale arrived on set as Burr looked up from his script. He started walking toward the courtroom, then turned around. They simply smiled at each other.

Burr later said he had never seen so many years disappear so quickly.

They continued making Perry Mason films together until illness finally forced an end. Even during his final production, Burr completed his work with the dedication that had defined his career.

After his passing, Hale carried on briefly, but her greatest tribute never changed.

She always called Raymond Burr her hero.

Some partnerships never become romance.

They become something just as timeless—and unforgettable.

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Glory and Mystery Combined

Thursday, August 6, 2026 Feast of the Transfiguration of the Lord Readings for Today

The Transfiguration of the Lord, by Dominicus Nollet Video Jesus took Peter, James, and his brother, John, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. And he was transfigured before them; his face shone like the sun and his clothes became white as light. And behold, Moses and Elijah appeared to them, conversing with him. Matthew 17:1–3 Jesus’ Transfiguration, which we celebrate today, is cloaked in glory and mystery. Only Peter, James, and John were invited to witness the event. One might think that if our Lord were going to do something so spectacular, He would have invited great crowds to ascend the mountain and witness the splendor of His divine glory. Such a public manifestation would surely convince all who saw it that Jesus was indeed the Christ, the Son of God, the promised Messiah. But that’s not what He did. Why not? It is also quite mysterious that both Moses and Elijah were present. These two figures were among the greatest spiritual giants in the history of Israel. Why would they appear and converse with Jesus? And why, when the voice of the Father spoke from the cloud, were the apostles “very much afraid”? One might think that the voice of God would inspire jubilation, not fear. Though we often seek answers to such questions, it is sometimes more fruitful to approach the mysterious aspects of Christ’s life not as a problem solver, but in wonder and awe—acknowledging the mystery as something glorious that will never be solved, only entered into with admiration and love. Let us consider these three mysteries of the Transfiguration through that lens. First, consider the great blessing these three apostles received in spending this sacred time with Jesus. They were given a glimpse of His divine glory that undoubtedly strengthened their faith for what lay ahead. Rather than focus on why others were not present, we are invited to stand in awe of the grace shown to them and to recognize that we, too, are invited through faith, contemplation, and the Sacraments to ascend the mountain of prayer and behold the Lord’s glory in hidden ways God ordains. Second, rather than trying to figure out why Moses and Elijah were present, consider the Transfiguration from their perspective. They were privileged to speak to the Son of God face-to-face. Both had encountered God on Mount Sinai (also known as Horeb), and now, once again, they found themselves on a mountain, summoned by God, in the Person of the Incarnate Son of God, to behold the fulfillment of all they had proclaimed. It must have been an unspeakable joy to witness firsthand the glory of the One whom they had foreshadowed. Finally, consider the holy fear that overtook the apostles at the sound of the Father’s voice. Though fear may seem contrary to joy, this was not fear of punishment but of overwhelming awe before the mystery and holiness of God. It was the fear that arises when one realizes he is standing in the presence of the Eternal. And when Jesus touched them and said, “Rise, and do not be afraid,” He was not dismissing that awe but transforming it into a confident love. The mystery remained, but now it was a mystery embraced. When you read Scripture, do you approach it more as a problem solver or as a contemplative? While both approaches have their place, the contemplative always draws us more deeply into communion with God. Why? Because God is the greatest Mystery of all. He cannot be reduced to concepts or fully grasped by reason alone. We will never “figure out” God; we can only come to know and love Him as He chooses to reveal Himself. Reflect today on how you approach divine mysteries. Receive them not merely with your intellect but with your heart. Savor what He gives, treasure the glimpses of His glory, and remain in humble awe before the mystery. For in reverent contemplation, we are not solving God, we are being drawn into His divine life. My Transfigured Lord, I stand in awe before You—before Your majesty, Your glory, and the radiant splendor of Your divine presence. I rejoice in the great Mystery of who You are. Grant me the gifts of wisdom, knowledge, and understanding, so that I may enter more deeply into all the mysteries of faith. But above all, fill my soul with wonder and awe, so that I may never cease to marvel at You, now and for all eternity. Jesus, I trust in You.

The Gift of Counsel, Given and Received

August 5, 2026 Wednesday of the Eighteenth Week in Ordinary Time Readings for Today Dedication of the Basilica of Saint Mary Major—Optional Memorial

Main: Exorcism of the Syrophoenician Woman's Daughter, by Carl and Franz Jobst Featured: Image via Adobe Stock Video At that time Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And behold, a Canaanite woman of that district came and called out, “Have pity on me, Lord, Son of David! My daughter is tormented by a demon.” But he did not say a word in answer to her. His disciples came and asked him, “Send her away, for she keeps calling out after us.” Matthew 15:21–23 At first glance, this interaction is surprising. Yet Jesus is performing an act of love toward the Canaanite woman, while at the same time offering an important lesson to His disciples. This act of love and instruction is conveyed through the divine pedagogy—the way God, as a wise and loving Teacher, draws out deeper truths through patient instruction and testing. Jesus leads the woman through a threefold test, each one revealing the increasing depth of her faith. First Test: The first test comes through Jesus’ silence. The woman cries out from the depths of her heart, “Have pity on me, Lord, Son of David! My daughter is tormented by a demon.” The disciples likely watched closely to see how Jesus would respond. When He did not answer, they misinterpreted His silence as indifference or irritation, saying, “Send her away, for she keeps calling out after us.” Yet the woman does not turn away. She endures His silence, waiting patiently for Him to respond. This shows the first fruit of her faith—perseverance in the face of apparent rejection. Second Test: Jesus’ next words seem to be a limitation of His mission: “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.” As a Canaanite from Tyre and Sidon, the woman is, by all appearances, outside the covenant people of Israel. Yet she does not let this discourage her. Instead, she draws even nearer, does Him homage, and pleads all the more: “Lord, help me.” Her faith perseveres, deepening with greater humility and trust. Third Test: Finally, Jesus presents the most difficult challenge: “It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs.” His harsh words are a further invitation to the woman to reveal her heart. Instead of taking offense or walking away, she accepts the image and turns it into a profession of faith and humility: “Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the table of their masters.” With this, she reveals a beautiful trust in God’s mercy, recognizing that even the smallest grace from Him is enough. This is precisely what Jesus was drawing out of her—a faith that is humble, bold, persistent, and filled with trust. At that moment, Jesus honors the depth of her faith and boldly proclaims it for the disciples to hear: “O woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.” And her daughter was healed instantly. In this sacred encounter, Jesus reveals the Gift of Counsel in action. This divine gift of the Holy Spirit, perfectly possessed and manifested by Jesus, enables the woman to respond wisely to the mysterious ways of God, especially when those ways are hidden or difficult to understand. The Canaanite woman, moved by divine grace and guided by the wise and loving pedagogy of Jesus, navigates the trials He presents with perseverance, humility, and unwavering trust, ultimately receiving the fullness of God’s mercy. Jesus knew exactly what He was doing. He saw the depth of her heart and, through this gift, skillfully drew that faith to the surface for her own good, for her daughter’s healing, and for the instruction of His disciples. We, too, are called to follow His example, allowing the Holy Spirit to guide us and others through the trials of life with patient and discerning love. Reflect today on this sacred interaction and ask the Holy Spirit to deepen the Gift of Counsel within you, so that you may always recognize God’s hand at work in moments of silence, testing, or delay, and respond with faith, humility, and perseverance. Seek this gift not only for yourself, but also so that God may use you as an instrument of His loving guidance, leading others closer to Him in ways that only He, in His divine wisdom, can orchestrate. Lord of Perfect Counsel, You teach us in many ways, always guiding us closer to Yourself. Open my heart to Your divine pedagogy, and teach me to persevere through every trial You permit, so that my faith and trust in You may grow ever deeper. Bestow upon me the Gift of Counsel, so that I may respond wisely to Your promptings and help lead others to Your loving Heart. Use me as Your instrument to draw souls to the truth, in ways that only You can design. Jesus, I trust in You.

She simply saw someone who needed help

On July 26, 2020, sixteen-year-old Jamey Ruth Klassen was enjoying a quiet summer day with her family near Collingwood, Ontario, along the cold, crystal-clear waters of Georgian Bay.

It seemed like an ordinary afternoon.

Then everything changed.

Out on the bay, Christopher Robertson had gone kayaking by himself. At some point, his kayak began taking on water before suddenly capsizing, throwing him into the frigid lake. He managed to cling to the overturned kayak for a moment and cried out for help before slipping beneath the surface.

Jamey never heard his voice.

What she heard were the frantic cries of people on shore as they called 911, terrified that the kayaker had disappeared beneath the water.

Most people would have stayed where they were.

The water was dangerously cold, and the man had gone down hundreds of feet from shore. Emergency crews had already been called, and waiting for trained rescuers would have seemed like the safest decision.

Jamey didn't wait.

She ran toward the shoreline and dove into the icy water.

Alone, the sixteen-year-old swam nearly 600 feet through Georgian Bay, fighting the cold with every stroke until she reached the drifting kayak.

Christopher Robertson was nowhere to be seen.

Then she looked into the clear water.

Nearly twelve feet below, she spotted him lying motionless on the lakebed.

Without hesitation, Jamey took a deep breath and dove.

The freezing water closed around her as she pushed herself toward the bottom. Reaching Christopher, she grabbed him beneath the arms and fought to bring his unconscious body back to the surface.

He wasn't breathing.

But Jamey refused to let go.

Keeping his head above the water, she rolled him onto his back, wrapped one arm across his chest, and began swimming toward shore using only one arm and the strength of her legs.

Every stroke became harder than the last.

Her muscles burned from exhaustion.

The cold drained her energy.

Her lungs screamed for air.

To make matters even more remarkable, Jamey had never completed formal lifeguard certification because the COVID-19 pandemic had canceled the courses she had planned to take that summer.

Still, she kept swimming.

At one point, she realized they might not make it.

She knew she could drown alongside the man she was trying to save.

With the last of her strength, she shouted for help.

A nearby paddleboarder heard her cries and rushed toward them.

Together, they managed to lift Christopher onto the paddleboard while Jamey, exhausted and shivering from the cold, swam the remaining distance back to shore.

As soon as they reached land, paramedics and police officers began performing CPR.

Moments later, Christopher Robertson started breathing again.

He survived.

Nearly a year later, Jamey Ruth Klassen was awarded the Carnegie Medal, one of North America's highest civilian honors for heroism. Only eighteen people received the award that year, recognizing extraordinary acts of courage performed at great personal risk.

The recognition never changed her.

Rather than seeking attention, Jamey used the scholarship that came with the award to attend nursing school at McMaster University, choosing a career dedicated to helping others.

It was the same instinct that had carried her into the freezing waters of Georgian Bay.

When someone needs help, you help them.

No hesitation.

No search for recognition.

No waiting for someone else to act first.

Just a sixteen-year-old girl who saw a stranger in danger and decided that another person's life mattered more than her own fear.

True courage isn't always found in people with special training or extraordinary titles.

Sometimes, it's found in an ordinary teenager who makes an extraordinary choice when every second counts.

That summer day in 2020, Jamey Ruth Klassen didn't think about becoming a hero.

She simply saw someone who needed help.

And because she acted, a man went home to his family.

Her strength became her signature

At thirteen years old, Misty Copeland was sleeping on the floor of a motel room she shared with her mother and five siblings.

No one looking at her life then would have imagined she was destined to make history.

Born on September 10, 1982, in Kansas City, Missouri, Misty's childhood was marked by instability from the very beginning. Her father left when she was only two years old, leaving her mother, Sylvia, to raise six children on her own.

The family moved constantly, searching for affordable places to live. Home could be a motel one month, a cramped apartment the next, or a borrowed room with relatives or friends. Money was always scarce. Meals were never guaranteed. Privacy simply didn't exist.

As if poverty wasn't enough, one of her mother's relationships became abusive, exposing the children to fear and violence that no child should ever have to experience.

By the time Misty was thirteen, the family was living in a single room at the Sunset Inn in San Pedro, California.

Six children.

One room.

Misty slept on the floor, never knowing how long they would stay before having to move again.

School became the one place where she could breathe.

While attending San Pedro High School, she joined the school's drill team. Her coach quickly noticed something unusual. Misty moved with incredible balance, grace, and natural control.

"You should try ballet," the coach suggested.

The idea seemed impossible.

Misty had never taken a ballet class. She didn't own ballet slippers. Ballet belonged to another world, one filled with expensive lessons, elegant studios, and girls whose lives looked nothing like hers.

Still, she decided to attend a free class at a local Boys & Girls Club.

She borrowed a pair of ballet shoes.

She stepped up to the barre.

And almost immediately, everyone could see she had extraordinary talent.

Within months, her instructors realized they were witnessing something incredibly rare.

Most professional dancers begin training before they are six years old.

Misty was already thirteen.

Yet her natural ability rivaled students who had spent years in the studio.

One of her teachers offered to train her for free.

But there was another challenge.

Her unstable home life made serious training nearly impossible. Constant moves, overcrowded living conditions, and emotional stress threatened to derail her progress before it had truly begun.

So her teacher's family made an extraordinary offer.

They invited Misty to live with them.

For the first time in her life, she had her own bedroom.

She had regular meals.

She had stability.

Most importantly, she finally had the chance to focus completely on dancing.

She trained for hours every day, pushing her body to catch up with dancers who had started years earlier.

Her progress was astonishing.

Within just two years, she was winning competitions and performing at a level that few believed possible.

But as her talent grew, so did the obstacles.

She was repeatedly told that her body wasn't right for ballet.

She was considered too muscular.

Too curvy.

Too different from the traditional image of a ballerina.

Behind many of those criticisms was an unspoken reality.

She was also Black in an art form where very few dancers looked like her.

During this period, a painful custody dispute erupted between her mother and the family she was living with.

Eventually, Misty returned home, once again leaving behind the stability she had finally found.

Even so, her talent could no longer be ignored.

She earned scholarships, won prestigious competitions, and at eighteen joined the American Ballet Theatre in New York, one of the world's most respected ballet companies.

She was one of the few Black dancers in the company.

The criticism didn't disappear.

People continued to question her body, her background, and the fact that she had started dancing so late.

Misty refused to let any of it define her.

She kept training.

She kept performing.

She kept proving people wrong.

In 2007, she was promoted to soloist.

Then, in 2015, she made history.

At 32 years old, Misty Copeland became the first Black female principal dancer in the 75-year history of the American Ballet Theatre.

It was a milestone that reached far beyond ballet.

She wasn't simply achieving a personal dream.

She was opening a door that had remained closed for generations.

Misty continued breaking barriers throughout her career.

She became the first Black woman to perform the lead role in Swan Lake for the company.

She spoke openly about discrimination, unrealistic beauty standards, and the lack of diversity in classical ballet.

Instead of hiding what made her different, she embraced it.

Her strength became her signature.

Her story became her message.

She also dedicated herself to inspiring the next generation by writing books, mentoring young dancers, and creating opportunities for children from backgrounds like her own.

Reflecting on her journey, she once said,

"I didn't see anyone who looked like me in ballet. I want to be the person I needed when I was young."

From sleeping on a motel floor to standing on one of the world's greatest stages, Misty Copeland's journey is a reminder that talent can emerge from the most unlikely places.

She was told she started too late.

She was told she had the wrong body.

She was told she didn't fit the image of a ballerina.

She proved every one of those voices wrong.

More importantly, she changed what the world believed a ballerina could look like.

The little girl who once wondered where her family would sleep each night grew into the woman who inspired countless others to believe they belonged, too.

Sometimes changing your own life changes an entire generation.

Misty Copeland did both.