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Why Catholics Believe the Eucharist Is the Real Presence of Christ
One of the most distinctive and misunderstood beliefs of the Catholic Church is the teaching that the Eucharist is truly the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Jesus Christ. For Catholics, the Eucharist is not merely a symbol, a reminder, or a ritual meal. It is the real presence of Christ, given to the Church exactly as He promised. This belief is central to Catholic faith and worship and has been held consistently since the earliest days of Christianity.
By Sound and Spirit20 days ago in Journal
A Prayer for Guidance, Peace, and Strength
Heavenly Father, we come before You with humble and open hearts, fully aware of our need for Your mercy and grace. In a world filled with uncertainty, distraction, and unrest, we seek refuge in You, our Creator and Sustainer. You are our shelter in times of trouble, our light in moments of darkness, and the steady foundation upon which we build our lives. We ask You to quiet our anxious thoughts, to bring clarity to our minds, and to fill our hearts with the peace that only You can give. Help us to trust in Your providence, even when the path ahead is unclear.
By Sound and Spirit20 days ago in Journal
Digital Landlords: Algorithmic Control in Bangladesh Ride-Sharing
By Tuhin Sarwar । Published: 13 January । 2024 । DHAKA, BANGLADESH At 4:30 AM, when most of Dhaka still sleeps, Mohammad Rahman starts his daily negotiation with an algorithm. He opens three ride-hailing apps simultaneously – Uber, Pathao, and local newcomer Shohoz watching the digital maps light up. His motorcycle, purchased with a high-interest loan, waits as he does. The algorithm will decide his day's fate.
By Tuhin sarwar21 days ago in Journal
The Gate We All Walk Through
I didn’t realize I’d disappeared until I saw my reflection and didn’t recognize myself. It wasn’t sudden. It was slow—a word silenced here, an opinion softened there, a laugh forced to match the room. I traded pieces of myself for acceptance, like coins dropped into a vending machine that never gave back what I paid for.
By KAMRAN AHMAD26 days ago in Journal
The Keeper of Secrets
I didn’t go in for a book. I went in to escape the rain. It was a gray Tuesday in March, the kind of day that presses down on your chest like a wet blanket. I’d just received news I wasn’t ready for—a job lost, a relationship frayed, the quiet unraveling of plans I’d spent years building. I walked without direction, shoulders hunched, until I saw it: a narrow storefront with a flickering “Open” sign and a window full of leaning paperbacks.
By KAMRAN AHMAD26 days ago in Journal
The Last Game of the Season
I didn’t go for the win. I went because it was the last game. The gym was packed—folding chairs lined the walls, parents stood in the back, and the buzz of nervous energy hung thick in the air. Two rival high schools, decades of history, one championship on the line. But I wasn’t there for the trophy. I was there for my nephew, who’d spent all season riding the bench.
By KAMRAN AHMAD26 days ago in Journal
The Man Who Fixed the Clock
I didn’t notice the clock was broken until it stopped. It sat on the corner shelf of my grandparents’ living room for as long as I could remember—brass, ornate, with Roman numerals and a soft, steady tick that marked the rhythm of every visit. My grandfather wound it every Sunday without fail, even in his nineties, even when his hands shook.
By KAMRAN AHMAD27 days ago in Journal
The Boy Who Carried the Ball Home
I didn’t go to the game for the score. I went because my nephew asked me to. He’s twelve, wears his hair in a messy bun, and talks about basketball like it’s a secret language only he and the ball understand. “It’s not about winning,” he’d said, eyes bright. “It’s about who shows up when it matters.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD27 days ago in Journal
LinkedIn and Bangladesh’s Digital Workforce Transformation: Youth, Startups, and Future Skills
By Tuhin Sarwar | Dhaka। 02। December । 2025 । From her modest home in Sylhet, 24-year-old Rafia Hussain flips open a second-hand laptop, logs into the LinkedIn app and reviews an inbox of messages from clients in London, Singapore and Dubai. She adjusts a brand mock-up for a global startup, schedules a call with a US design director and uploads a revised style guide all before breakfast is done.
By Tuhin sarwarabout a month ago in Journal
Why We Watch the Fall
I’ve never worn gloves. But I’ve stood in my own ring. It was a rainy Tuesday in March. I sat across from a hiring panel, my résumé trembling in my hand, reciting answers I’d rehearsed for weeks. I’d been unemployed for eight months. My savings were gone. That job wasn’t just a paycheck—it was my lifeline. When they said, “We’ll be in touch,” I knew. The silence that followed wasn’t neutral. It was final.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
The Boy Who Didn’t Look Away
I was seventeen the first time I saw someone truly lose—and not just lose, but lose in front of everyone. It was a school assembly. A poetry contest. My friend Mateo had spent weeks writing a piece about his mother’s hands—how they cracked from cleaning other people’s houses, how they still braided his little sister’s hair every morning before dawn. He stood at the mic, voice trembling at first, then rising like a song. For three minutes, the gym was silent. Then he finished. And no one clapped.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
The Night Football Felt Like Church
I’d never been to Lambeau Field. I wasn’t a diehard fan. I didn’t own a jersey. I couldn’t name the starting quarterback. But when my brother called in late November—voice hoarse from crying—he didn’t ask for advice. He just said, “Come with me to the game. I can’t go alone.”
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
