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Mama Monday #103

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Acts 2: 1-21 New International Version The Holy Spirit Comes at Pentecost 2 When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. 2 Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. 3 They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. 4 All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues [ a ] as the Spirit enabled them. 5 Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. 6 When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard their own language being spoken. 7 Utterly amazed, they asked: “Aren’t all these who are speaking Galileans? 8 Then how is it that each of us hears them in our native language? 9 Parthians, Medes and Elamites; residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, [ b ] 10 Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near...

Mama Monday #102

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"But here’s the strange truth: Joy does not wait for life to make sense again or get “better.” It shows up still. Sometimes in small, almost ridiculous ways. In the phlebotomist who made a joke at exactly the right moment and suddenly I wasn’t afraid. In the way my son’s hair smelled after a bath, which reminded me of all the other times and all the moments that are to come. In the story my best friend told about her ex-boyfriend, which took us apart laughing and reminded us that our love is carrying us. Not  instead of  fear or  after  fear. But alongside it. That’s the kind of joy I mean when I say “joyful anyway.” It is not about manufacturing a feeling or faking it until you make it. But a way of noticing that even here—especially here—there are still moments that take us outside of ourselves for a second. That transcendent kind of feeling that reminds you life is still worth loving. Because no, we will not always be happy. But we can experience joy anyway. Here ...

Mama Monday #101

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  What does it mean to say "God is love?" the feminine love of God Rev. Lizzie McManus-Dail May 10   READ IN APP   Sermon first preached for  Jubilee Episcopal Church  on May 10, 2026. The texts for this week  can be found here. What does it mean to say “God is love”? I say this a lot, and I know our former Presiding Bishop Michael Curry was famed, rightly, for often saying: “if it’s not about love, then it’s not about God.” It is a simple thing to say, but not a simple thing to live. So what does it mean to say “God is love”? Jesus offers one insight today in the Gospel of John. He is speaking to his friends in the hours before he will be betrayed and crucified, but we hear it now, in the days of Easter, when Jesus is about to ascend to the Father and leave us transformed … in a world that feels very much like the same, violent, terrifying place that killed Jesus. So when Jesus promises, ”I will not leave you orphaned,” I hear something incredibly powerful...

Mama Monday #100

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  In honor of the 100th one of these, here is Psalm 100 for you today! 

Mama Monday #99

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As I was sharing with Dave and Tamara over the weekend about this past week, I got teary as I felt like my cup was overflowing from the gratitude I feel from all that has transpired.  Below is a reflection/meditation about a cup from my friend Lilly Lewin who led a retreat I went on with Tracey for her 50th birthday. I thought it might be a good one for you too as you have had such a big week with Boston, Stinson Beach, and with the upcoming time with Porter this weekend!  ------------------------------------  I’ve been drinking from a mug I got on my recent trip to Scotland. It is reminding me of all the beauty and beautiful things Jesus did on our pilgrimage. It helps me to start my day in joy and gratitude. I invite you to join me in praying with your cup today and drinking from the CUP OF GRATITUDE. Grab a favorite mug or cup to pray with today. Fill it with your favorite tea, coffee etc. OPENING PRAYER Uncrowd my heart, O God, Until silence speaks In your still, smal...