Water Into Wine

The wedding feast was well underway and the guests were enjoying themselves as they danced and sang and celebrated with the groom and his new bride. As I moved through the crowd, filling cups and serving food, I noticed that one particular guest was at the center of a group of people, who were in the middle of an animated discussion. I moved closer to see what was going on.

The man at the center, a Rabbi, had been invited to the wedding along with his mother and his followers. I arrived just in time to hear him telling his mother, “Dear woman, that’s not our problem. And besides, my time has not yet come.”

At first, I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but it soon became clear that they were discussing the fact that the wine had all but run out. I felt embarrassed for the groom.

Then, without warning, the woman turned to me and said, “Do whatever my son tells you!” By this time, some of the other servants had joined me, and the Rabbi instructed us to fill the six stone urns that were nearby with water. These urns were usually used for ceremonial washing rituals and they varied in size. The smaller ones held about 75 liters of water while the bigger ones about 113 liters of water. So we set off to fetch all the water we needed to fill the urns. To and from the well we went until all five were filled to the very brim.

Once that was done, the Rabbi said to us, “Now fill a cup from one of the urns and take it to the master of ceremonies.”

So I took a cup and dipped it into the urn, careful not to spill any. As I did, I saw something that I will never forget — the water had turned into wine! I immediately went to find the master of ceremonies. He looked at me for a moment, then took the cup from my hand and tasted it. The look of surprise on his face was priceless and he rushed off to find the groom.

“A host always serves the best wine first, then, when everyone has had a lot to drink, he brings out the less expensive wine. But you — you have kept the best until now!”

Neither the groom nor the master of ceremonies knew where this good wine had come from, but I did. Whoever this Rabbi was, he had brought great joy and blessing to the groom and his new bride. This was going to be a wedding feast that would be remembered for years to come.


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