Thursday, September 25, 2014

late wine


On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there, and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.” 
“Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.” 
His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” 
Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing,each holding from twenty to thirty gallons. 
Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water”; so they filled them to the brim. 
Then he told them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.” 
They did so, and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside  and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.” 
What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him. 
-John 2:1-11


Late bloomers have a hard time for a long time.


For years, we don’t quite fit in; don’t quite measure up; don’t quite know what we should do. We bear jars full of water while the world around us raises glasses full of wine and celebration.


If we somehow miss the message that our ability to make sense of ourselves is less important than making sense of the love God has for us, we can become stranded in the darkness.


But there has never been a useless person. Some of us are simply waiting for a miracle, for the seemingly ordinary contents of our souls to be made into something extraordinary.


There is a place in the world for the flash of brilliance of a prodigy. The path has ample space for the strong, steady step of a champion. There are places saved at the table for the prodigals who are still off in other lands.


And some of us were created to hold late wine, later-in-life, past-your-prime, better wine- maybe even the best wine. The kind of wine that inspires poets to write sonnets; that causes lovers to swoon; the kind of wine that only a Holy God can pour properly, full of ripeness and glory.


Our lives are meant to be a sign so that many will believe. Don’t lose heart. Don’t despise the simple holy water of your days that is awaiting the touch of our miraculous Lord. He is coming. When He does, He will reveal His glory in ways we can’t imagine yet.

Jesus has saved the best for last in your life. He's worth the wait.

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