The Day the Water Became Wine
by Bonnie Smithies
I had always told Rachel that she needed to get married. She was such a lovely young woman, beautiful on the outside and the inside. In fact, I had even found the perfect husband for her. Adin was tall, handsome and was even training to be a rabbi. They were a wonderful match.
That’s why I was so excited when I found out that they were actually betrothed!
Fast forward months of planning, praying and preparation for Rachel and Adin’s big day. It was a beautiful morning. The sky was a pastel cornflower blue. Cana was looking its best. Everything was all set for the wedding.
Then the guests arrived. Some were from Cana itself, some were from Kefar Tanhum and there were guests who had travelled a long way to be there. I was one of the select few who helped the bride with her preparations.
The wedding was beautiful. Once the knot had been tied and Rachel became Adin’s wife, the guests all settled down for the feast. It was then that things began to go awry.
I’ve never been quite sure what happened. Maybe someone forgot to order enough wine, or maybe more guests came than had been anticipated. Whatever the reason, the wine ran out. I couldn’t believe it when one of the servants mentioned it to me. Who had overlooked such an important detail? Why did it have to be us? And most importantly, what were we going to do?
While I was in this dilemma, I noticed a procession heading to the well. It was a whole group of servants from the wedding carrying six extremely large stone water jars. My first thought was one of panic. These servants were evidently intending to feed water to the guests! That would never do!
I hurried over to them and tried to persuade them to empty out their jars. But they would not. They listened to what I had to say, then politely picked up their jars again and walked back to where the wedding was taking place. Curious (and quite angry, too) I followed them to see what they were going to do.
They took the jars to one of the guests (whose name, I’ve been told, was Jesus) who told them to take some of the water to the master of the feast. They did so. I’ll never forget the look on the master of the feast’s face when he tasted it. He called Adin over to him and told him, “Everyone serves the good wine first, and when people have drunk freely, then the poor wine. But you have kept the good wine until now.”
I took the opportunity to go back to where the stone jars were standing and taste some myself.
It was wine. Excellent wine. The best I’ve ever tasted, in fact. Rich and sweet and good.
Who is this Jesus who performs such marvellous miracles? Do you know him?
About the author // Bonnie
Bonnie is the second eldest in a homeschooling family of ten children. She is currently studying a legal course and working part-time at a nearby fast food restaurant. She blogs at Bonnie’s Blessings.
“Be still, and know that I am God" -Psalm 46:10a NIV