Hellooo. Testing, testing 1-2-3. Everything should be changed over now, although, I will be honest, I have no idea about half the stuff that’s on the “dashboard”. I should sit down and attend to a tutorial and I fully expect to do that in the future but until then, I expect I will do my usual trick of learning through disastrous mistakes. Anyway – hopefully you can all see this post. I have no idea where the stats are, so I have no way of knowing.
To more edifying things. I have been reading John 2 this week and finding it immensely cheering. There’s lots of stuff in it but I was taken with the changing of water into wine. I think I probably told you that in my younger days as a Sunday school teacher I put a lot of effort into re-creating this for the children with careful use of a glass bottle with cochineal hidden at the bottom. It went very well – a bit too well, as for some time there was a rumour among some of the younger children that I may have been the Third Coming.
I have always loved this miracle. So much of it reveals bits of Jesus’ character. He’s at a wedding – doing life with ordinary people – celebrating, laughing, eating a big dinner! There is an exchange with his mother where she comes and tells him that the wine has run out and he tells her to leave him alone. Wiser people than I have talked about Jesus rebuking his mother etc. but I always felt that they were teasing each other. “This isn’t my time – don’t push me.” “Yeh, right.” she thinks and, ignoring him, tells the servants “Do whatever he tells you.”
But what I was thinking about was the raw materials for the miracle. Jesus used water and turned it into wine. Not even posh spring water served in annoying plastic bottles. They filled pots for ritual washing – presumably with your usual water for washing. Just basic water. Nothing to suggest where this water was going. Now if I were doing a three point sermon, (don’t worry) I would talk about the things that went into changing this water – faith, obedience, miraculous intervention but I am most taken with Jesus never being unfazed by the quality of the raw materials he works with.
To personalise it, I don’t bring much to God’s table. I know that God thought that I was worth it but I am very aware that if God was choosing someone to love purely on the quality of my raw material – he could do a lot better. (a lot) I started from a long way back from where God insists I can be. The raw materials I provide are less than inspiring but it is a huge comfort that he is not dismayed and is confident that he can bring his work to completion. As confident as he was when, nagged by his feisty mum, he instructed servants to hand over big jars of water to the groom, knowing that he was more than capable of changing the contents into something of superior quality and almost unrecognisable from the original.