There is no Wine

I really like Sundays. Meditative, sort of a marker of time as it goes by, a stillness, especially the afternoon. Our culture in this house always involves some alone time in the afternoon.

I am sitting here with my Almond Latte and the gospel of John, letting myself be amazed at Jesus. Of all things, of all ways to use your Divinity, responding to your mom's little passive agressive comment, "There is no wine." Like He responds, why are you telling me that? And then, lots of wine, and the best wine there is. He is so deep and how will we understand that? Maybe Michael Card is right to say, "He has made them wine because He is longing for a wedding that's yet to come."

Probably the most powerful verse for me in the book of John is at the end, when Jesus answers Peter's question about John's future and says, "If I want him to remain until I come, what is that to you? You follow me." A personal call, a challenge not to be compared with the destiny of others. Doesn't matter what else is going on, you follow me.