Water to Wine

It was a bit strange this morning. The deacons who were to prepare communion took ill and couldn’t make it in. Some other’s stepped in, did the bread dicing bit (a sanitary way of sharing the “body of Christ” during a noro flu outbreak), but couldn’t find the juice for the communion cup. With twenty-minutes to spare there was barely time to make it to Cumby Farms and back.

W.W.J.D.? (What Would Jesus Do?) He was in a similar predicament at a wedding. “Nearby [to Jesus] stood six stone water jars. Jesus said ‘Fill them with water. Now draw some out and take it to the banquet.’ They did so ... the water turned into wine.”

Don’t think it didn’t cross our minds to try the same trick. What if, what if, what if we actually had filled some empty jars with water, brought them to the banquet table of communion, and found it has turned into wine? That would have knocked a few socks off, eh?

Jesus and the water-to-wine thing was awesome. My brother-in-law always brings out a pitcher of water at family dinners and asks me to do the same thing. Of course I can’t.

Truth is, we are who we are. We’re not Jesus. We are children of God with specific abilities in an unambiguous time and place unique to us. We so often strive, however, to be more than we are, like some superhero. If we didn’t, Marvel comics wouldn’t exist. It a bit harder being who we are than fanaticizing about what we are not.

It would have been awesome to have pulled off that stunt this morning, but we didn’t have to. In a strange way, Jesus did the water-to-wine thing. Our attention was soon directed to the bottom shelf of the kitchen cabinet where we found the extra supply of communion “wine.” We just had to look a little harder to see the miracles blasting out