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No other gospel records this miracle of Jesus – His very first one.
The occasion is ordinary and the occasion is special.
A wedding.
Mary, Jesus’ mom is invited. And so is Jesus and His
friends.
So far so good.
But something happens at this wedding, something quite
embarrassing that triggers a series of behind-the-scene scuttles in futile
attempt to remedy the situation.
They ran out of wine.
They ran out of wine?!!!
A torrent of questions forms in my mind.
How is this possible?
Who’s fault is it? Who miscalculated, who failed to plan, to
deliver? Whose colossal mess-up is this?!!!
And, below the surface, there is this nagging dilemma:
With Jesus among the guests,
how could it be that
anything,
anything at all
could...
would
run out?
With Jesus in my life
and yours,
how could it be that
anything,
anything at all
ever
runs out?
I find myself daily at that place. I am not just running low on milk. Or wine. I find I am also running low on
patience. Running low on peace. And
wisdom. Running dangerously low on love
and kindness.
Each day I find myself scraping the bottom of my
barrel. But the barrel seems completely
empty.
And like Mary, I go to Him empty-handed and say,
We have a problem
here. We are all out... and have nothing left ...
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