John 2:1-11 â€“ 2nd Sunday after the Epiphany â€“ for January 20, 2013
â€œJesus and his disciples had also been invited to the weddingâ€¦â€ (John 2:2)
I flip to page 116 of my trusty 2002 edition of the United Methodist Book of Worship and read from a section entitled Christian Marriage I:
With his presence and power Jesus graced a wedding at Cana in Galilee, and in his sacrificial love gave us the example for the love of husband and wife.
Like my churchâ€™s Book of Worship, most Christian denominations reference Jesusâ€™ attendance at a wedding in Cana with the formal words celebrating the bonds of marriage.
The first marriage I conducted after ordination occurred in a living room, with a few family members serving as witnesses, and two teenagers declaring, â€œI do.â€ I donâ€™t recall, in that simple ceremony between a fireplace and sofa, if I referenced Cana in Galilee while the teens laced hands together and made lifetime promises. But I know they were divorced a few years later. They married too young, but had to get hitched. No, the bride wasnâ€™t pregnant, but both bride and groom claimed to be head over heels in love. Sigh. The parents near the sofa didnâ€™t approve, but those same parents dreaded the notion of their children eloping and maybe losing contact with them for years.
Maybe things wouldâ€™ve gone better if it had been an arranged marriage?
In Jesusâ€™ time, an arranged marriage was the norm. Though the Gospel of John doesnâ€™t say so, Iâ€™m confident the wedding Jesus and his disciples attended had been set up by the bride and groomâ€™s parents. Were the two who got hitched at the Cana wedding in love? Maybe, maybe not. In those days, women were property. In those days, whether rich or poor, the families of the betrothed settled down to strike a business deal before â€œI doâ€ was ever happily whispered or reluctantly muttered. Maybe they were in love, maybe they would eventually fall in love, but certainly they stood next to each otherâ€”as the wine ran out, as the guests milled about, as Jesus chatted with his disciples, as Mary the mother of Jesus fretted about her son and the vanishing vinoâ€”having little choice in the matter of matrimony.
I would betâ€”again the Bible doesnâ€™t mention thisâ€”they were also teens like my first wedding. Just two kids. And, in the Gospel, the writer of John doesnâ€™t give the reader a glimpse of the ceremony. The second chapter of the Gospel wasnâ€™t overly interested in marriage or families or setting or ritual. This is a miracle story, the first of seven miracles chronicled in the twenty-one chapters of the fourth Gospel. Just like my Book of Worship declared, â€œwith his presence and powerâ€ Jesus transformed well water into some darn fine Cabernet Sauvignon. Okay, it likely wasnâ€™t a French varietal, but still, according to the chief steward in John 2:10, it was â€œgood wine.â€
Cheers! Ã€ la vÃ´tre! Lâ€™chaim!
Other miracles would follow in dear Johnâ€™s tale, seven all told, from healings to feedings to walking on water. How nicely they are arranged in the fourth Gospel! Continue reading →