We are in the last liminal days of the liturgical season of Epiphany and I am sharing a poem inspired by the wedding at Cana, a classic Epiphany passage. I added a couple paintings to this post and there’s a new question at the bottom. Look out for Lent poems next week.
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First Sign
Jesus’ first sign was turning oh about one-hundred-and-fifty gallons of water into steward-approved wine. "What concern is that to you and me?" Well, just a sip or dip at Eucharist and he’s with us again in flesh and blood. Mary’s words, “they have no wine,” ring differently after those pandemic years without the cup at communion or when it’s your own big bash and nothing goes as planned, but Jesus shows up in all his glory.
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I’m in recovery and had to really think about how a few pretty key passages of the Bible relate to me. The way I think about it now is that these were times of the community coming together. Times of tradition and connection. My active addiction was about my isolating myself from all others. So, although I do not drink the wine Eucharist, I take the host shoulder to shoulder with others. I would go to any wedding and toast with my seltzer because the connection is what is important here in my mind.