Mike Lacey – Glass

Hello, welcome back. This week, I am combining two things I sometimes do: Sunday Retold, and a poem drawn from the reading. For those who follow set Bible readings through the weeks, we’re still in the season of Epiphany, when we look at moments of understanding and revelation. And this Sunday, we’re meditating on the first sign recorded in John’s gospel, which took place at a wedding. As I was reading it, the image of those stone water jars filled my mind, and I’ve attempted to turn my meditation into a poem, below. I thought I would share it with you even though it’s so new, in case it helps you or prompts you in your own reflection. 

So, first the reading, then the poem:
John 2:1-11

On the third day after Jesus called his disciples, Jesus went with them to a wedding in Cana, near Lake Galilee. The whole community was there, eating and drinking, dancing and laughing, blessing the young man and woman who were starting their life together. But Jesus’ mother, Mary, noticed that the wine had run out and said to her son, “They have no more wine!”
“Dear mother, why are you telling me this? Now is not my time.”
But later, Jesus spoke to the servants. “Fill those jars with water!” he said. For there were six large stone water jars nearby – the sort that were used to store the pure, fresh water the Jewish people used to cleanse and purify themselves before worship. The servants filled the jars with water and, puzzled, dipped their serving jugs into the newly filled jars. They poured some out for the host, as Jesus had told them.
Then the host called the bridegroom over, a broad smile on his face. “By now people are usually serving the rough wine – but this wine is really good – wonderful! You’ve kept the best till last.” He gulped another warm mouthful of the wine that had been water as the servants served the wedding guests.
Jesus had taken the water from the stone jars and turned it into fine wine. When his disciples saw what had happened, and saw the servants pouring out new wine for all the guests at the wedding, they gasped in wonder. They had caught a glimpse of Jesus’ glory, and the glory of God’s kingdom. The disciples put their faith in the one who turned water into wine.

The Bible Story Retold

The Marriage at Cana, Gerard David

It’s a beloved story, often shared at weddings, its many layers rich with meaning. I tend to find that something strikes me in particular, draws me in, and this time it was those empty stone jars. So, here is a poem that grew out of turning the image of those empy jars over in my mind. There is much else that could be said, but today, it’s simply this…..

Empty/Water into Wine

Those empty stone jars,
I see them – pale grey,
with a film of dust, leaning
against the wall, overlooked,
unregarded as the wedding
rolls on, music and dancing
and laughter sending tiny
tremors through their hollowness.

Six of them, as empty as
days can be, an emptiness
we know by taste, our dry mouths
rimed with fine powdered stone.

And this is where you began
your work, with these empty jars. 
Had them filled
with cool water –
so far, so expected.
For purification, cleansing,
the couple’s, the town’s,
love and life,
as the wise look on, nodding,
sure that they have your meaning.

Oh, how you delight in upending
expectations, traditions.
What was drawn from these jars
was not water for making pure,
but the red bubbling joy
of good wine, poured and shared,
for the delight of all gathered,
for the blessing of love, and union,
uproariously, and without fanfare.

After three days, this is the glory
revealed, this is what it means
to be full of grace and truth,

To have our days, our beings,
filled with water, only for it
to poured out as fine vintage,
only for it to be transfigured,
transformed, as wondrous
as the grapes on the vine,
as wondrous as a day,
a life, so open to joy.

If you would like to use the poem or reading, please feel free to do so. I’d appreciate it if you mention this blog and my name is doing so.