“On the third day a wedding took place….”
Jesus was an invited guest.
Ordinary pots stood by. Like in every house. Necessary to day-in-day-out cleansing, the repetitive, never-finished work. Mundane ritual.
Jesus. Invited guest. Pots filled with household water.
Jesus present. Old pots. Everyday obedience. In the secret place where the hosts face their lack and a woman prays while the party rolls on.
Jesus invited into the secret place. Instructions heeded even without comprehension.
And the ordinary pots spill out the choicest of wine. A marriage blessed and inhabited by His grace, guests treated with the best heaven and earth joined can offer.
“He thus revealed his glory, and the disciples put their faith in him.”
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