Wednesday, December 31, 2025

What humanity truly is

A traveler to Japan was narrating an incident. He said:

“I was waiting for my train after buying a ticket at a Japanese railway station.

A homeless, destitute Japanese man came and bought a packet of chips for himself. He sat on another bench, facing a Japanese woman who was sitting with her small daughter.

When the poor man started eating his chips, the little girl kept watching him attentively. He tried to offer her some chips. The child reached out and took them.

Her mother noticed this. When she saw her daughter eating the chips, she gently scolded her in Japanese. I understood that she must have told the child to return the chips immediately.

The little girl instantly got down from her bench, bowed in the Japanese manner, and thanked the poor homeless man. Then she returned and sat with her mother and continued eating the chips happily.

Both the man and the woman smiled, and then they began talking to each other in their language as if they were old acquaintances.

These are very small lessons of upbringing.

For example, one mother, upon seeing a poor beggar, says to her child: ‘Study and work hard, or you will become like this beggar.’

This creates fear and hatred for the poor in the child’s heart.

Another mother says: ‘Study and work hard so that when you grow up, you can help such people properly.’

This plants love and humanity in the child’s heart.

People who are homeless and broken by time and circumstances exist in every country—those who have fallen behind in the race of life.

But in Japan, even they retain their dignity. People do not humiliate them, because upbringing there teaches children love and respect.

And this is what humanity truly is.”

Contemplative Prayer

Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Seventh Day in the Octave of Christmas
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In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God… And the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us, and we saw his glory, the glory as of the Father’s only-begotten Son, full of grace and truth. John 1:1; 14

The Prologue to John’s Gospel, John 1:1-18, is one of the most profound and theologically rich passages in Scripture. It is both contemplative and mysterious, inviting us to come to know God in His essence through the depth of contemplative prayer.

The opening words, “In the beginning…,” echo the Book of Genesis, revealing the eternal and preexistent nature of the Son of God. Saint John the Evangelist, through a special grace of infused contemplative knowledge, understood that Jesus was the Word, eternally spoken by the Father, and co-existing with Him for all eternity. He recognized that the Word took on human nature, becoming flesh and dwelling among us.

Consider the thoughts of Saint John as he wrote these words for the first time. He had spent about three years with the Eternal Word made flesh—walking with Him, listening to His teachings, and witnessing His miracles, His rejection, His suffering, His death, and His Resurrection. He stood with the others as Jesus ascended into Heaven and experienced the outpouring of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost.

After Pentecost, John’s understanding of Jesus deepened. Through prayer and the celebration of the Eucharist, John discovered his Lord in an even more intimate and transformative way. The Eternal Word, though no longer walking the earth, was now present within him by grace. This abiding presence became more real to him than ever before.

Like John, we are called to know the Eternal Word as He continues to dwell among us through the Sacraments, in prayer, in the Scriptures, and within our souls. We are invited to be transformed by His presence so that we may become His living members within the Church.

This deep union with Christ is only possible when we allow ourselves to be drawn into the mysteries of the Incarnation and redemption. While our minds can grasp these mysteries to a certain extent, true understanding comes through infused contemplative knowledge, a gift of the Holy Spirit dwelling within us.

Reflect today on Saint John the Evangelist as he wrote his Prologue. Consider the gift of contemplative understanding he received, the transformation that occurred within his soul, and the intimacy he shared with God. Each of us is called to this same life of interior union and contemplation. Let this beautiful and mysterious Prologue draw you deeper into prayer and into the mystery of the Word made flesh.

My Eternal Word of God, You existed before time began, in perfect union with the Father and the Holy Spirit. During this octave of Christmas, we reflect on Your Incarnation, Your becoming flesh to dwell among us and within us by grace. Please reveal to me this great mystery so that I may believe with the same faith as Saint John, Your beloved disciple. Jesus, I trust in You.

She taught the world how to listen

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They told her she would never speak. She became one of the most influential voices in the world. Because sometimes what sets you apart is exactly what the world needs.

In 1950, a doctor looked at two-year-old Temple Grandin and delivered a verdict to her mother that sounded final. Your daughter will never speak. She will never live independently. You should place her in an institution and move on.

Temple rocked back and forth, unreachable by name or gaze. Sounds overwhelmed her. Touch sent her into panic. She screamed, shut down, and seemed sealed inside a private world no one else could enter. The diagnosis at the time was “brain damage.” What we now understand was autism.

The accepted solution in the 1950s was simple and cruel. Hide her away. Let her disappear.

Temple’s mother, Eustacia Cutler, refused.

She ignored the experts. She rejected institutionalization. She searched for therapists, teachers, and anyone willing to work with a child the system had already given up on. More than anything, she gave Temple permission to be different.

Temple spoke late. When she did, her words were stiff and literal. Social rules made no sense to her. Faces felt overwhelming. Small talk was exhausting. But she began to notice something about herself that others missed.

She did not think in words. She thought in pictures.

If someone said “dog,” most people imagined a vague idea. Temple saw every dog she had ever encountered, sharp and specific, arranged like a visual archive. Her mind worked through images, not language.

Her senses were turned up too high. Loud noises felt like physical pain. Clothing tags were unbearable. Certain textures sent her into distress. The world never stopped coming at her.

But that sensitivity carried a hidden gift.

As a teenager visiting her aunt’s ranch, Temple watched cattle being moved through a squeeze chute. The animals panicked. They fought. Ranchers dismissed it as stubbornness.

Temple saw something else.

She noticed shadows on the ground that looked like holes to a cow. Chains that rattled. Light reflecting off metal in a way that felt threatening. From the animal’s point of view, the environment was terrifying.

Temple understood that fear instinctively. Animals were sensory thinkers. Just like her.

She realized the problem was not the cattle. It was the design.

So she started sketching.

She designed curved chutes instead of straight ones, because animals move more calmly when they cannot see what lies ahead. She added solid sides to block distractions. She removed sharp contrasts, dangling objects, and harsh lighting. She replaced force with understanding.

People laughed. She was autistic. She was a woman. She had no traditional farm background. Industry experts dismissed her as unrealistic.

But the animals responded.

Stress dropped. Injuries declined. Handling became safer and faster. Facilities that adopted her designs saw immediate results.

Temple kept going.

She earned degrees from Franklin Pierce College and Arizona State University, then a PhD in animal science from the University of Illinois. She endured constant skepticism. Professors doubted her. Ranchers questioned her presence. People misread her bluntness as rudeness.

She did not soften herself.

She focused on observation. Precision. Evidence.

Today, nearly half of all cattle facilities in North America use equipment influenced by Temple Grandin’s designs. Millions of animals experience less fear because she could see what others could not.

Temple became a professor at Colorado State University. She wrote books explaining her inner world. Thinking in Pictures gave the public a rare view into autism from the inside. She began speaking at a time when autistic voices were almost never heard.

She said one sentence again and again. Different, not less.

In 2010, Time magazine named her one of the 100 most influential people in the world. HBO told her story. She received awards, honors, and global recognition.

The child who was supposed to disappear now traveled the world explaining how minds like hers work.

Her greatest impact was not only on animal welfare. It was on how autism itself was understood.

Before Temple, autism was treated as a tragedy. Something to cure or conceal. She showed it was a different way of thinking, not a broken one.

She reminded the world that progress has always depended on unusual minds. The people who notice details others ignore. The ones who obsess. The ones who see patterns first.

She once asked a simple question. Who do you think made the first stone spear? It was not the talkers around the fire. It was someone off to the side, focused, absorbed, seeing what others missed.

Temple Grandin did not overcome autism.

She used it.

She transformed industries. She gave millions of autistic people visibility and dignity. She taught the world that intelligence does not always speak fluently, that empathy does not always look familiar, and that difference is not a flaw.

Sometimes it is the answer.

The world told her she would never matter.

She taught the world how to listen.

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Tuesday, December 30, 2025

The Faithful Remnant

Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Sixth Day in the Octave of Christmas
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There was a prophetess, Anna… She never left the temple, but worshiped night and day with fasting and prayer.  And coming forward at that very time, she gave thanks to God and spoke about the child to all who were awaiting the redemption of Jerusalem.  Luke 2:36–38

Like Simeon, Anna was among those “awaiting the redemption of Jerusalem.” She belonged to the faithful remnant of Israel who believed in the prophecies, understood the Messiah’s spiritual and salvific role, and awaited His coming with great hope.

Because Anna “never left the temple, but worshiped night and day with fasting and prayer,” she was deeply attuned to God’s voice. Her life of prayer made her sensitive to the promptings of the Holy Spirit, especially on that glorious day when Jesus was presented and ritually redeemed in the Temple.

Imagine Mary and Joseph’s reaction to Simeon’s prophetic words and then to Anna’s. They might have expected the ritual offering and dedication to be a routine event. Yet, the joy and prophetic words of Simeon and Anna must have filled them with awe and wonder at the profound mystery of their Child’s identity and mission.

Like Simeon and Anna, we are called to be part of the faithful remnant today. The chaos and immorality that plague our world can easily lead to discouragement or anger. When this turmoil is close to home, within our families or communities, it becomes even more challenging. Anna’s example in today’s Gospel offers us a powerful model of how to live our lives. While most of us cannot remain in church night and day, fasting and praying, we are all called to carry the indwelling of the Holy Spirit within us, making our souls temples of God.

Saint Teresa of Ávila speaks highly of the prayer of recollection, a practice that helps us become more aware of God’s presence within. This prayer takes place on two levels. First, “active” recollection is an intentional meditation in which we seek God within the temple, or “castle,” of our souls. It’s an active turning inward to find God dwelling within us by grace.

Over time, as we deepen in this prayer, it becomes “passive” recollection. God begins to take the lead, and we sense His presence more profoundly throughout the day, calling us to be with Him in the temple of our souls. Those who practice these forms of recollection are like Anna who spent day and night in the Temple, attuned to God’s voice.

Reflect, today, on God’s invitation to imitate Anna’s life of prayer. By following her example, you, too, will become more attuned to the voice of God and the promptings of the Holy Spirit. You will recognize the many ways the Messiah comes to you and is present all around you. This grace will empower you to overcome the evils and challenges of the world, making you a member of God’s faithful remnant, awaiting His consolation and redemption.

Most glorious Messiah, You see the chaos in our world, and You come to those who seek You to deliver them and set them free. Help me to become a member of Your faithful remnant, always turning to You in trust and seeking You day and night. Jesus, I trust in You.

Monday, December 29, 2025

A young man and his grandfather

A young man and his grandfather.

In 1974, 23 year-old Dan Jury made a life-altering decision to move his 81-year-old grandfather, Frank Tugend, out of a nursing home and into his own apartment to care for him full-time. What started as a personal commitment became a transformative moment in American elder care. Dan’s intimate photographs of their three years together were published in the 1978 book Gramp, co-authored with his brother Mark. The visual memoir, raw and emotionally honest, sold over 100,000 copies and played a pivotal role in the rise of the hospice movement, showing that dying at home, surrounded by love, was far more humane than institutional care.

Dan’s decision was a radical departure from the social expectations of the 1970s. While his peers pursued careers and relationships, Dan focused on caring for Frank—bathing him, managing his medications, and providing comfort during moments of confusion. Many saw these sacrifices as a waste of his youth, but Dan later reflected that those years with his grandfather taught him more about life than any job or relationship ever could.

Frank, a Ukrainian Jewish immigrant who had survived the hardships of the Depression, spent his final years not as a burden but as a teacher, showing Dan the strength in vulnerability, the value of family, and the grace in accepting help. Their bond, captured in photos of tender moments, demonstrated that caregiving is not a sacrifice but a profound exchange of love and lessons. Through Frank, Dan learned about the beauty of mortality and the dignity every individual deserves, regardless of age. Their story changed how America viewed elder care and inspired thousands to choose home care over institutionalization, proving that family responsibility is about love, not burden.

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Dignity matters more than charity

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Been pricing donated clothes and organizing shelves for 9 years. Most people drop off bags without looking at me. I'm just the old man sorting through their leftovers.

But I notice everything.

Like the boy who came in last November, shivering in a torn hoodie. Couldn't be more than fourteen. He touched a winter coat on the rack, navy blue, barely worn, then checked the price tag. $12. His shoulders sagged.

He walked to the counter with a thin jacket instead. $3.

"That coat would fit you better," I said, nodding toward the navy one.

"Can't afford it," he mumbled.

After he left, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Minnesota winter was coming. That thin jacket wouldn't cut it.

Next week, he came back. Headed straight for the navy coat, touched it like it was gold, then walked away. This happened three more times.

Finally, I pulled the coat off the rack. Took it to the back room. Put a "SOLD" tag on it.

When he came in the following Tuesday, I was waiting. "Hey, kid. Someone bought this coat but never picked it up. Store policy, after two weeks, we have to discount it." I handed it to him. "It's $3 now."

His eyes went wide. "That's not... you're lying."

"You calling me a liar?" I said, pretending to be offended.

He bought it. His hands shook as he counted three dollar bills. Put it on right there in the store, zipped it up, and his whole face changed. Like he'd found armor.

"Thank you," he whispered.

I did that seventeen more times that winter. A single mom needing work shoes. An immigrant family needing blankets. A homeless woman needing socks. I'd move items to the back, mark them down, create "store policies" that didn't exist.

Then a customer caught me. Watched me do it.

Instead of reporting me, she donated $100. "For your store policies," she said with a knowing smile.

Word spread quietly. Regular customers started funding my "pricing errors." They'd buy $50 gift cards and leave them at the register. "For whoever needs it."

Last week, a young man walked in wearing that navy coat. But he wasn't fourteen anymore. He was in his twenties, college sweatshirt underneath.

"You're Arthur, right?" he said. "You gave me this coat seven years ago. Told me it was store policy." He smiled. "I knew you were lying. But you let me keep my pride."

He handed me an envelope. Inside was $500.

"I'm a social worker now," he said. "I help homeless youth. Because someone showed me that kindness doesn't have to be humiliating. It can look like a store policy."

I'm 72. I price used clothes that smell like other people's lives.

But I learned this, Dignity matters more than charity.

Help people without making them feel small.

Lie about the price. Bend the rules. Make up policies.

Let them walk out with their head up.

That's what changes lives.

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Let this story reach more hearts....

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By Mary Nelson

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