Remember the story in the Bible about the wedding where Mary, so calmly, so matter-of-factly, told her Son that they had no wine? Hey, if you were at a wedding as a mere wedding guest, would you march up to your son and announce that they were out of wine? Seems to me, if you did, he would give you a quizzical look and say, “What’s that to me, Mom? That’s not my problem.” I mean, really, Jesus hadn’t done any miracles yet, so what was she expecting of him, anyways?
I got to thinking about that lately, and let me paint you a word picture of what might have preceded those words. See that little tyke manfully struggling with a pail of goat’s milk that’s nearly scrapping the ground?
