Sometimes the clouds part a little and I experience the gift of hearing an old story as if for the first time.
We were at church last Sunday (I think we might have found a church) and the visiting pastor took off on a little bit of a tangent to talk about the wedding at Cana.
A wedding. And at this wedding, they ran out of wine. The guests had already been there for ages; they’d had plenty to drink. But Mary queried and Jesus raised his eyebrow (the pastor surmised), and then he turned the water in 6 large jugs–each holding 20 or 30 gallons–into wine. Really excellent wine.
I’ve heard many interpretations of this miracle, many nuances. This was a shame-based society and Jesus saved the host from great embarrassment; Jesus turned ceremonial water into wine to foreshadow his death for our sins; Jesus cares deeply about love and marriage and what his mother asks of him. Etcetera.
But this day, I was struck–as if for the first time–by its ridiculous generosity. Jesus turned water into fine wine for wedding guests who’d already had plenty.
How lavish. I can’t stop thinking about it.