Pour me a Glass

Okay, that does it. Random or silly or weird, this chic is just going to have to write. I’m talking about the writing, not the chic…by the way.

I want to write but I have found myself completely uninspired to do so. So I’m going to go back to posting daily and see what starts to flow…juice, coffee, water, wine…surely we can get something flowing up in here.

Wine…oh…I think there might be a glass full left in that bottle I opened last night. Sure would hate for that to go to waste.

More than Two Buck Chuck

Have you ever gone on a journey looking for something…or someone?  Have you ever considered that life is a journey…full of surprises?  I was recently encouraged to go on a journey.  I was reminded that Jesus came into this world to represent God.  He came into this world to save us, but also to show us who the Father is.  He said if we know him, we will know God.  He also said he didn’t do or say anything unless it was from the Father.  He also said he is changing us from glory to glory into His likeness.  He also gave us a commission to introduce others to him. So, if we are going to do that doesn’t it make sense that we should get to know the one we are introducing the world around us to?  Bill Johnson shared some of the ways he personally shares God with his own family and then encouraged us to get to know the Father thru the Son in a much more intimate way than we may have ever done.  He sent us on a journey thru the book of John to do just that.  He encouraged us to take a fresh look at everything Jesus did and said, knowing that his purpose was to point us to God and who he is.

So, I’ve been doing that.  I’ve been reading John and asking the Spirit to reveal God to me in a fresh way thru Jesus.  It’s been fun and I’ve only just begun.  I hope you will take the challenge from Bill and do a little seeking of your own.  Who knows what new truths you may discover?  Who knows what old ones may be rekindled in your heart?  I pray that if you take this challenge you will discover more of His goodness along with me.  I’d love to hear what you discover.  I’ll be sharing some things I am discovering or re-discovering here on my blog over the next few weeks and months.  No reason to keep it all to myself.  He did invite us to share!

This morning as I was listening to the story of Jesus’ very first recorded miracle, it occurred to me that God’s provision is always of the highest quality possible.  He isn’t a God of cheap imitations or knock-off brands or watered down generic choices.  He gives only the very best when he gives.  Here is the story:

On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there, and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.”

“Woman,[a] why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.”

His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”

Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons.[b]

Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water”; so they filled them to the brim.

Then he told them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.”

They did so, 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.”

11 What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him. – John 2:1-11

He didn’t have to do this miracle.  It’s curious to me that the first recorded miracle has nothing to do with a physical healing or deliverance from a demonic spirit.  He used his first recorded miracle to simply bless the bridegroom, his mom and those in attendance at the wedding.  He didn’t even have to provide the best, but he did.  Why wouldn’t he?

It makes me wonder why we don’t expect more in the way of blessing from God.  Why do we settle for less when He is offering more?  Why are we afraid to ask for what we really want from Him when he so clearly wants to offer it?  Why do we believe that all we are worth to him is Two Buck Chuck when he is offering Rioja Imperial Gran Reserva 2004?

(Unless you prefer Two Buck Chuck…or water…but that isn’t the point)