Admittedly, I have seen the danger of the reduction of humanity which results in a loss of dignity of the individual person. John Paul II in his 1995 encyclical letter Evangelium Vitae reminds us, “when the sense of God is lost, there is also a tendency to lose the sense of man, of his dignity and his life in turn, the systematic violation of the moral law, especially in the serious matter of respect for human life and its dignity, produces a kind of progressive darkening of the capacity to discern God’s living and saving presence” (no. The more you trust my love, the less you care about their stickers.Editor’s Note: This post was originally published on November 14, 2017. 'The stickers only stick if they matter to you. 'Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what others think. 'I came because I met Lucia,' said Punchinello. 'Every day I've been hoping you'd come,' Eli explained. Why do I matter to you?'Įli spoke very slowly. 'Me, special? Why? I'm not very talented and my paint is peeling. 'Punchinello, I don't care what the other Wemmicks think.' 'Looks like you've been given some bad marks,' said the maker. 'You know my name?'Įli picked him up and set him on the bench. 'Punchinello?' The voice was deep and strong. 'I'm not staying here!' Then he heard his name. He had to stretch on tiptoe to see the top of the workbench. Punchinello walked up the narrow path and stepped into Eli's shop. 'It's not right,' he muttered to himself. Later, at home, he sat and watched the wooden people giving each other stars and dots. 'But will he want to see me?' Punchinello wondered. 'You'll find out if you go see him.' Then Lucia turned and skipped away. 'Every day I go visit Eli the woodcarver.' That's the way I want to be, thought Punchinello. Others gave her a dot for having no stars.

The Wemmicks admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would give her a star. One day he met a different kind of Wemmick named Lucia. When he did go outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had lots of dots. 'I guess I'm not a good Wemmick,' he decided. 'He deserves lots of dots,' the wooden people would say. When he tried to explain why he fell, he would say something silly, so the Wemmicks would give him more dots. He tried to jump high like others, but he always fell. Some could jump over tall boxes or sing pretty songs. Wemmicks with rough wood or chipped paint got dots. The wooden people went around the village sticking stars or dots on one another. Some were tall and others were short.Įach Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and gray dot stickers. Some had big noses, other s had large eyes. The Wemmicks were small wooden people carved by a woodworker named Eli.Įach Wemmick was different.

You are special lucado