I can remember getting our tree ready for Christmas one year. My wife and I had not been married long and were living in a house in Flint. We purchased a live tree from one of those parking lot vendors, at a church or Kmart or somewhere. We took it home and hauled it into our living room, placed it in a tree stand and stood it up. I don’t remember exactly what the problem was, either the tree was too tall and pushed against the ceiling or it didn’t sit straight in the stand, or something, but whatever it was, I had to tip the tree over, remove it from the stand, and cut the bottom. I remember putting something on the floor to catch the dust and using a really dull hand saw, to cut a chunk off the trunk, it took forever. When I was done, I placed the stand back onto the tree, and stood it up. After all that, I was a little frustrated as I looked at it because there seemed to be no difference. It was still crooked or too tall. By now I was a little irritated, and I went through the process all over again. I pulled the tree down, took the stand off, used the dull saw for what seemed like an hour to cut a piece off the trunk, put the stand back on, stood it up, and what the heck? Still no difference? By this time I had had enough, I was going to do this one more time and that was it. I was fuming. I was more of a hot head back then. So I ripped the tree down, pulled off the stand and went out to the garage to get a different saw. My wife was on the phone as all this was going on and it wasn’t until I came in the living room with the chain saw that she hurried up and told whoever she was talking to that she had to go and would call them back. Before she could say much the saw was on the trunk of the tree, I pulled the trigger, and chips were flying everywhere. Yessss, I sure showed that tree.
In our world today, while we may be surrounded by information, we can at the same time long for intimacy. We can be connected to many but anchored to no one. We can be more stimulated than ever yet somehow still feel dead. Sometimes what we desire is real presence. The presence ending with ce not presents that ends with ts. A presence that affirms a purpose for living.
Those who come to Catholic Charities receive real presence. Everyone who comes is received, acknowledged, and accepted, treated with respect and dignity as they are provided with the help they seek. It’s a presence that gives a sense of worth and value. A presence that says you matter.
















