Jesus the Winemaker
What the wedding at Cana reveals about joy, shame, and the danger of “escape”.
Welcome to today’s reflection.
Jesus arrived at a wedding in Cana with joy.
Which is awkward, really…
because he also arrived with wine.
Whenever I notice someone planning a wedding, I think back to my own.
It was a beautiful occasion, but there’s a moment from that day that still makes me smile, mostly because it was so unbelievably cheeky.
An unknown couple turned up at the service. I remember clocking them straight away as I walked in. I didn’t recognise them, no one did, but they had the confidence of people who absolutely belonged there. They sat themselves down, watched the whole thing, and then somehow ended up in the photos. Not in the background either. Properly in them.
And then, as if that wasn’t bold enough, they appeared at the sit-down meal.
It turned out there had been a no-show, and they had managed to blag their way in. A free dinner, a front row seat, and a place in the wedding album. They pulled off the full wedding experience like professionals.
I remember thinking at the time: That is outrageous.
