I love parentheses. They claim to house unimportant material, but we often find out life-changing things in these (humble) abodes.
The innocent bystanders.
All they were being paid to do was pull off the wedding. Make it look good. Make the host look good. And then–the wine was gone. Albeit not their fault, the servants usually take the brunt of a rich man’s temper. I’m sure they feared for their jobs, their lives… their joy! This was a big day. If this day went bad, they were all in trouble.
The ceremonial pots, used for cleansing: Those were what Jesus, one of the wedding guests, asked the servants to fill with water.
Now THIS was stupid and borderline risky. What if the Jews saw, heard? They could be out of a job. Or worse, out of the religious sect. Not to mention caught wasting a LOT of water. (SAVE THE WHALES!) Who was this Mary and her Son, anyway? They weren’t the boss of them…
They didn’t raise their eyebrows.
They didn’t question.
They didn’t mutter under their breath.
They did what Jesus said.
The most rewarding obedience is what comes when we don’t understand the significance or the reason.
That was the easy part.
Then they were told to take it to the master of the feast.
This took great faith on the part of the servants. They just met this dude. And He was asking them to determine if He was a trustworthy person or not. They only knew Him for a few minutes!
Can you imagine the fear? The trepidation? This could get them in more trouble than if they stayed out of it altogether. I’m sure the hosts were already irritable and scared themselves. And skeptical of these servants.
But when you’ve tried everything else and it’s not working, you’ll be more willing to try Jesus.
Isn’t that often how it works?
And they took the wine to the master of the feast. Maybe shaking. Shaking their heads or shaking in their boots.
I wonder if they truly believed it was wine. Or if they thought it was a cruel joke. If they were rehearsing the way they would blame Jesus to keep from losing their heads. I half wonder if they wanted to tell Jesus to take it to the master Himself.
I wonder if the water changed colors before it reached the master of the wedding feast. I rather think that it didn’t… because Jesus likes to keep secrets.
He likes to see just how much we trust Him.
Something about this man must have been compelling— because they took it. Without a word of explanation, they gave it to the master of the feast. They didn’t even preface the wine tasting by covering their backs in case it was just water. “Some guy brought this to us….”
Verse 9: “The master…did not know where it came from (though the servants who drew the water knew)…”
Of course they knew. I think it took courage at first not to protect themselves in case it went sour. And later it took courage NOT to reveal the miracle worker. They kept it all to themselves.
It never mentions those servants again. But it does say that the disciples believed in Him. I would say the servants did, for sure. I don’t even know if they were introduced to Jesus.
But when you brush shoulders with Him, you can’t help but be changed.
Maybe He is trying to do a miracle for you. But you’re holding back. You don’t believe. You’re too rational, perhaps. Let Him change the muddied waters of your life into wine.
He can do anything. But He often won’t until we obey. Open your eyes to the miracle. The miracle of your season.