Despite what we know from Scripture and have seen in the movies about Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection, it’s difficult to fully know what life was like for Him. But I imagine He was a normal, happy child who grew into a confident adult. I doubt He ever rebelled against Joseph and Mary. Can you imagine living next door to their family?
You can almost hear the back-and-forth rasp of handsaws cutting fragrant wood and the pounding of His hammer as He creates another Masterpiece with His calloused hands.
The laughter of children playing nearby.
The sweet aroma of baking bread.
His mother’s voice calling Him for dinner.
Yet no one notices anything particularly amazing in Him.
Of course, there was that old rumor about His conception. His parents weren’t married then, only engaged. But like any gossip, it had probably died down long before He’d become a man. An ordinary man.
Then one day, He goes to a Wedding.
And the host of the feast runs out of wine … long before the party is over. His mom, who knows the Truth about Him, sets Him up. It seems He’s not especially happy about that, but He steps in and saves the day nonetheless.
Water turns into wine.
Not just any wine.
It’s like the best wine ever.
No planting the vineyard.
No waiting for it to bear fruit.
No working the winepress.
No aging in wooden barrels.
Simply the best wine ever.