“When the wine runs out"
The Sanctuary Sermon for 10/4/20
The Sanctuary Sermon for 10/4/20
“When the Wine Runs Out” John 2:1-10
Today we find ourselves looking in as Jesus performs the first miracle of his ministry at Cana, turning water in to wine. Now, I’ve never had wine that’s been conjured up out of water, but I’ve had wine that didn’t taste much like wine, and boy that was a memorable bottle. Yep, I said bottle. My childhood friend John and I were 12 when we snuck into his father’s wine cellar one afternoon, which was verboten. Bottles and bottles of homemade wine lined the shelves, as it seemed Mr. Mellen was a little old winemaker back in the day. Anyway, John being the adventurous type and me always saying, “Okay!” we soon found ourselves sitting on the floor with one of the bottles. As we got through half of it, John asked me if I felt anything. Nope, I said. What’s wine supposed to taste like? I don’t know, I never had it before. Shortly after, John replied that he didn’t feel so good. I didn’t either as we both just sat there. Sometime later, the stairwell light came on. “John! Where are you? You boys better not be in the wine cellar,” Mrs. Mellen said marching down the stairs. She cleared the doorway with a stern glare on her face that after a moment turned into a smile that broke into laughter as she shook her head. She said, “You boys don’t seem so well!” As I was looking at John looking at me, his face had a pasty pale-green appearance that I had seen one other time when my brother had the flu and was about to throw up. Mrs. Mellen told John to try to get outside before he got sick. “That isn’t wine. You boys just drank a bottle of wine vinegar.” Hmmmph. Now she tells us.
Oh well, Let’s look at our text.
On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there, 2 and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. 3 When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.”
4 “Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.”
5 His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”
6 Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons.
7 Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water”; so they filled them to the brim.
8 Then he told them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.”
They did so, 9 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 10 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.”
“Somebody needs to go to the grocery store.” That’s code in our house and it means that we have no wine (or Tito’s) and somebody needs to go get some. Twenty minutes and fifteen dollars later, voila; we have wine.
I was thinking if that’s how we sometimes hear today’s passage. I wonder if that’s how we sometimes expect Jesus to act in our lives. There’s a problem to be fixed. “They have no wine,” we tell Jesus. And, voila, somehow he makes more so the party can continue on as before. But is that really enough? Is all we want just a refill? Do we just want to fix the problem and go on with the same old life in the same old way?
Here’s my confession. “Yes.” Sometimes that’s exactly what I want. I just want the problem to be fixed and go away so I can get on with my life. As the quote we’ve all heard says, “Most people don’t want their life to change, they just want some magic.”
I suspect we all, at some point in our lives, just want some magic. We want Jesus to show up, wave the divine wand, and make it all better. They have no wine, abracadabra, now they do. But that’s not who Jesus is and that’s not what the gospel or Christianity are about.
In some way, magic spares us from God and from life. It keeps us from encountering the new, the possible, the unforeseen. It entertains but it doesn’t transform or change life. A magical reading of today’s gospel leaves us wondering if it really happened. What’s his next trick? How did he do that we wonder, rubbing our chins?
And if we’re really honest with ourselves, we know better. Water does not turn into wine. Have you ever seen that happen? Have you ever done it? No, you haven’t and neither have I. And it’s not because we aren’t Jesus, but because there is no magic in this world, only illusion.
Today’s account asks us to move from magical thinking about our lives to looking for and seeing the miraculous. And the question behind every miracle story is this—What does it mean for us? What possibilities does this story raise for our lives and for the world?
I don’t doubt that Jesus literally and physically turned water into wine. But then I don’t think that’s the point of today’s gospel. I don’t think this story is ultimately about turning water into wine. It’s about more than that. It’s about calling forth life where there is none. It’s about transformation. It’s about living a new life. The text itself gives us two hints that suggest this.
First, the story happens, “on the third day.” What does that make you think of? What happens on the third day? Resurrection, a new life, a new beginning, a rebirth. The second hint is, “There was a wedding.” Again, this is about a new life—two people coming together to create and live a new life, to change and be changed by each other, and to open themselves to unknowable possibilities and an unforeseeable future.
All that makes me wonder; maybe running out of wine is not a problem to be fixed, but the beginning of something new. Maybe it’s a calling into a new life or an invitation into more life. Nobody likes to run out of wine, but maybe it’s necessary for our growth and maturity. And that can be difficult, unsettling, and sometimes painful.
I’m not talking about times when we have to decide whether we will see the glass as half empty or half full. I’m talking about those times in life when the glass is dry, the bottle is on its side, the party is over, and we’re dying of thirst.
And who here doesn’t know what that’s like? We’ve all been there. We run out of wine. Our life is empty, colorless, tasteless. Nothing is growing or fermenting in us. There’s no vibrancy or bouquet to life. Or maybe we still have wine but it’s down in Mr. Mellen’s cellar and has turned to vinegar, gone sour, and we can no longer stand to drink what’s in our cup. Either way, the wine has given out.
When has the wine run out for you? Are there parts of your life that are dry and empty today? In what ways has life become sour or colorless and tasteless? This isn’t only about us, however. We can see and name other people who “have no wine” and places in which “the wine gave out.” It’s happens in our lives, our institutions, our country, and our world.
I’m not talking about cabernet or chardonnay. I am talking about the wine of friendship, love and happiness; the wine of meaning, purpose, and direction; the wine of vitality, passion, and enthusiasm; the wine of youth, strength, and health; the wine of belief, trust, and faith; the wine of mercy and forgiveness, the wine of peace, joy, and security; the wine of dignity, and equality; the wine of hospitality, inclusion, and welcome; the wine of truth, certainty, and answers.
When the wine gives out, life is dying on the vine and we are no longer intoxicated by a holy spirit. We may not have said it in the same way but we’ve all echoed Mary’s words for ourselves, for another, for the world. “They have no wine.”
I’ve said those words to Jesus, haven’t you? Every prayer of petition is telling Jesus about where the wine has run out. And more often than not, we tell Jesus exactly what kind of wine we need; a nice cabernet, not too dry, with a hint of berries and chocolate. Mary, however, doesn’t do that.
Mary does not set out any expectations. She doesn’t tell Jesus what to do. She offers no suggestions about the wine they need. She just names the reality. She lets the reality of the situation call to and invite Jesus to respond.
Mary is simply holding open the door for something to happen, the door to a new possibility, the door to a new life, the door of hope. Isn’t that really what we are doing every time we pray? We’re holding opening the door to our life, another’s life, the life of the world, and hoping Jesus will walk through, hoping he will show up and do something. “They have no wine, Jesus.”
And here’s the hard part about life when the wine gives out: Jesus just might show up and do something, or he might not, at least in the way we expect. There is no certainty about what will happen, no guarantees. You know that as well as I. We’ve all offered our prayers. Sometimes they get answered like we want, sometimes they don’t. And sometimes it’s something we hoped for but never could’ve imagined. Other times it’s different from what we wanted, and maybe we don’t even want what shows up. There’s a reason for that saying, “Be careful what you pray for.”
I can’t make you any promises about what will happen when the wine of your life runs out. I have no definite answers. But I know we have a part to play in the possibility of this miracle. Jesus did not do this by himself. Mary declared the need, the emptiness, “They have no wine.” The servants poured the water. The chief steward tasted, recognized, and named the good wine, the new life. Those are our parts too. We play those parts for ourselves, each other, the world.
Sometimes we need to be Mary and name the empty and dry places even when we don’t know how they will be filled up. “Lord, they have no food, no stability, no security.” “Lord, I have no vision or direction for my life, I need new wine.” “Lord, their health is poor, they have no money, no safety.” “Lord, they have no wine.” Sometimes we need to be the ones to carry and pour water even when we can’t see that it’s making a difference. Sometimes we need to be the chief steward naming and recognizing new life, helping others taste the new wine.
When the wine runs out I wonder if Jesus needs us as much as we need him. I want to play my part even if I don’t know how it will all turn out. Don’t you? Isn’t that ultimately what faith and hope are about?
Opening the door to Jesus is always a risk. We invite a response not knowing and having no control over what the response will be, or if there will even be one. We’re gambling that God is just as faithful and hopeful as we are, even more so. We’re wagering that the future to come is worth more, and that the coming life is larger and better, than the empty glasses and bottles that litter our lives.
I’ll take that bet and I’ll drink to that.
This is the Word of the Lord for the day.