Speaking of mothers
It was snowing and very cold when I woke up on Sunday morning, but I had to get up and go to church because I was reading the second lesson. Luckily it was a good passage: I Corinthians 12:1-11–the one about there being varieties of gifts, but one Spirit.
4 Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; 5 and there are varieties of service, but the same Lord; 6 and there are varieties of working, but it is the same God who inspires them all in every one. 7 To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good. 8 To one is given through the Spirit the utterance of wisdom, and to another the utterance of knowledge according to the same Spirit, 9 to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by the one Spirit, 10 to another the working of miracles, to another prophecy, to another the ability to distinguish between spirits, to another various kinds of tongues, to another the interpretation of tongues. 11 All these are inspired by one and the same Spirit, who apportions to each one individually as he wills.
It is a good reminder to think about what our gifts are and to use them appropriately.
The Gospel was about the wedding in Cana when Jesus uses a tone with his mother, but then does what she asks him.
Sounds familiar, all you mothers of sons, right?
It is interesting to note that Mary at this early point thinks Jesus can do something about the fact that the wedding party has run out of wine… Well, lots of food for thought.
Speaking of mothers, I bought a frame at an estate sale on Saturday which enabled me to put these three pictures together:
Mary Hough (great-great grandmother), Anna Hough Carnahan (great-grandmother) and Catherine Carnahan Cameron (grandmother). Pretty cool, eh?
I have today off for Martin Luther King’s birthday–how ’bout you?
*The top photo is of some Middlebury College skiers in the 1940s. Is that my mother, the third from the right?