Doing The Impossible

One of the many memorable stops on my tour of the Holy Land was the Church of the Primacy of Saint Peter.  The church is situated along the shore of the Sea of Galilee, where a small beach meets the tree line.  The most conspicuous feature of this otherwise unremarkable little church is its foundation. The church rests upon a large, exposed formation of limestone.  The outcropping of rock, sometimes called "the Place of the Coals," is held by church tradition to be the spot where the resurrected Jesus appeared to Peter and some other disciples while they were fishing and made them breakfast over a fire. You can read about it in the last chapter of John's gospel, which you can find here.

Church of the Primacy of Saint Peter
Tabgha, Israel

When I recently read a sermon my father had preached on New Year's Day of 1978, I learned that one of the churches he served - Grace United Methodist Church in Millersville, PA - also was know for a vein of limestone beneath it. Here's how Dad told the story:

"In our Grace Church in Millersville, just after the Second World War, the returning veterans got together and dug out, by hand, a much needed basement room under the red brick church - a real testimony to their faith and devotion. But when the minimum basement area had been achieved, enthusiasm waned. Some argued that the project should be completed, and the entire area under the church building should be excavated. Others said, "No," citing their increased encounters with rock as they had dug in a easterly direction. Ultimately, the naysayers carried the day, and the project was brought to a close. 

Over the years that followed, the tale about the rock grew and grew until the lore was that the church was sitting upon a veritable Rock of Gibraltar. Finally, during my time there [in the 1970's], we reached the point where additional basement space was much needed for our programs. The few naysayers who were there objected on the basis of money, on the basis of need, but most especially on the basis of the huge vein of Lancaster County limestone that everyone knew was there. But the faith that this basement project was the will of God for Grace Church prevailed. The venerable old sanctuary was shored-up for construction, and a mini-bulldozer was sent underneath it to dig out our new basement. And do you know, there was virtually no rock found under that building?

From that point on, enthusiasm for the project multiplied. Needed funds were quickly raised. These and other confirmations came, reassuring us that what we were doing was God's will. The project was finished with a great crescendo of praise to God.

Ever since, I have taken this as more than just a real-life experience. For me, it is a parable that points beyond itself to the question of whether or not we have the courage to answer God's call to do the impossible. Some of our fears are well-founded, based on real rocks; other are not. But in neither case can we afford to let our fears make our decision for us, if that decision is to avoid doing the new thing God is calling us to do.

Does God want it done? Does God want you to do it? If the answer to both of those questions is, "Yes," then you can do it, no matter how impossible it seems on the surface. The promise we are given in Scripture is that with God all things are possible. Believing this, we come to see that when we doubt our ability to accomplish something that is within God's will, we are not really doubting ourselves; we are doubting the power of God."

As Peter approached the resurrected Jesus, who had prepared breakfast for his disciples on the rocky shore on the Sea of Galilee, Peter must had felt both exhilarated and mortified. Here was Peter's Lord, who was very much alive! But here too was a dear friend, whom Peter had abandoned. On the night of Jesus's arrest, Peter had denied three times that he even knew Jesus. The next day, the Romans executed Jesus.

A sign in Jerusalem pointing to
the place where Peter denied Jesus

Peter no doubt figured God was through with him at that point. Fishing seemed like the only thing Peter still was good for. Anything more was impossible. But God wanted something done, and God wanted Peter to do it.

After their fire-side breakfast on the rocky shore of the Sea of Galilee, the resurrected Jesus asked Peter three times whether Peter loved him. Peter responded, thrice professing his love for Jesus. Then Jesus said to Peter, "Follow me!" - just as Jesus had done when he first called Peter to be his disciple. With that renewed call to action, Jesus made the impossible possible again. Peter was back in the business of partnering with God to bring the Kingdom of Heaven to earth.

What is God calling you to do in the New Year ahead? Do you think it's impossible? Think again.

From: "Doing The Impossible"
Scripture: Mark 9:14-29
Preached January 1, 1978
Calvary United Methodist Church
Easton, PA 

Silver Star or Stone Manger?

When I knelt in Bethlehem's Church of the Nativity for a photo at the very spot where Jesus is believed to have been born, I didn't experience a moving encounter with God. The scene seemed strange to me. After the passing of more than 2,000 years, the little cave that is venerated as the site of Christ's birth now has a marble floor. There's a 14-point silver star inscribed in Latin to mark the location of the holy birth. Fifteen silver lamps hang above the star from an altar, and the altar area is festooned with an elaborate gold tapestry. The pomp of the place borders on pomposity. It's as if the Church's caretakers tried too hard over the centuries to make pilgrims feel the importance of what they were seeing. They wanted it to be extraordinary, but in the end it didn't seem real.

Phil and Dorry at the Grotto of the Nativity  

I wonder what my father thought of this ornate and unreal place when he visited it thirty years before I did. He once wrote that folks tend to misuse the celebration of Christ's birth to escape from reality. "As we gather in the beauty of this Christmas Eve night, to sing familiar carols, to hear again the ancient story of the nativity, and then to bathe ourselves and our house of worship in the warm glow of candles, we must be careful not to let this night or this season become a mere escape.

The pagan side of Christmas - and I'm sure we all recognize there is a pagan side - is primarily an escape from the cares and tensions and frustrations of daily living. The lights, the revelry, and the frantic activity can create, for a brief time, a world apart. Christmas as a winter festival, as a celebration of the astronomical Winter Solstice, is much older than the birth of Christ. At first, Christmas was a pagan holiday, a welcome relief from the strain and boredom of ancient life in the dead of winter. Only later did the Christian Church take over this holiday, baptize it as it were, and turn it into a celebration of the birth of Christ. And so Christmas, even before it was Christmas, had this atmosphere of escapism about it.

But designating this holiday as the anniversary of the birth of Christ changed its whole direction from escapism to a new confrontation with reality. Christian believers know that in the birth of Christ - in the Incarnation of God in human form -  we see our Heavenly Father taking the world and earthly human life very seriously, seriously enough to become one of us and share our life completely. Christmas is not the story of a spectacular divine pageant in the glorious chambers of Heaven. Christmas is the story of how God's saving love got itself born into stark, cold reality - to a peasant couple, citizens of an occupied land, in a cattle stall, with only humble shepherds to witness the event.

The story of Christmas is so real and everyday in its human pathos that we can identify with it completely. It's like the crazy, stressful, frustrating situations we get stuck in so often. A young girl finds herself pregnant out of wedlock. Her fiance wrestles with the question of whether he can trust her. A forced trip to a distant town to register for taxes comes at just the wrong time for them. There are 'no vacancy' signs everywhere at the end of their long, hard journey. There is the pain of childbirth and the discomfort of a cold stable. There is the hurried flight to a safe country because of a volatile political situation."

Days after visiting Bethlehem, I unexpectedly came upon a very real reminder of the Christmas story that impacted me far more than the silver star on the floor of the Grotto of the Nativity. Dorry and I were touring the ruins of the ancient city of Megiddo (better known by its Greek name, Armageddon). As we walked through the excavated site of a stable from the Old Testament era of Israel's King Ahab, I asked the tour guide about a large, hollowed stone I saw there. He replied, "Oh, that's a just manger for feeding horses." A manger, eh? It was cool to the touch, even in the afternoon sun. It was literally rock-hard. It's edges were rough and unforgiving. It was no place to lay a newborn baby. Yet a manger like this was pressed into service as a make-shift cradle for the baby Jesus. I lingered over the ancient manger, struck by the cold, hard reality of it.

Manger at the South Stables of Megiddo

"From the very first breath he drew, Jesus experienced the brutal reality of the broken world he came to save. He felt the sharp edges of life from the very beginning. And just because this is true, when you or I speak to Him in heartfelt prayer, we can call him not only our Lord and Savior, but also our friend and our brother. Here is a Savior who knows what it is he saves us from, because he's been there. Yes, Christmas is the story of how God infiltrated the real world to save it from the inside out.

What is the reality of your personal situation this Christmas? Where are you hurting? How have you been disappointed? What are you afraid of? Be assured that the God who would stoop to an ordinary birth in an ordinary barn knows the ordinary problems and griefs of all his children. He's been there. He knows and feels it with you. This is the deepest meaning of the name we use for him this time of year: Emmanuel -- God With Us. 

In the mix of this cold, hard reality where he is with us, Jesus turns to us this Christmas and says, 'Be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.'  As John puts it at the beginning of his gospel, 'The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.'"            

Thank you, Jesus, for being Emmanuel - God with us - this Christmas and every day. Amen.

From: "Christmas: Confrontation with Reality"   

Waiting

If I could use only one word to describe the first two days of my recent trip to the Holy Land, that word would be "waiting." I waited with anticipation for the evening when my flight would leave for Israel. I waited at the airport to check in, to go through security, and to board my flight. I waited in my seat more than 10 hours as the Boeing 777 crossed the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea en route to Tel Aviv over-night. And because of a 7-hour time difference between Israel and my home, my over-night flight actually arrived in the early evening - meaning that I would have to wait over-night again (this time in a hotel) before I could visit any of the sites on our itinerary. 

The first stop on our Holy Land tour was the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem - the traditional site of Jesus' birth. Our tour guide warned us that we would have to wait in line for a long time to see the spot where Jesus was born, even though we were one of the first groups to arrive at the Church that morning. The reason for this wait? Each of the three religious communities which shares responsibility for the site (the Catholic, Greek Orthodox and Armenian Churches) had its own allotted time for daily worship there before the Grotto of the Nativity would be opened to the public. So we waited some more. 

Pilgrims Wait to Enter the Grotto of the Nativity     

I wasn't very patient as I waited for the Grotto to be opened, and neither were many of the tourists around me. Two tour guides even got into a heated argument about which group should enter the Grotto first. It would have served us well to have read an Advent sermon my father wrote about waiting. He said, "Waiting is so very foreign to us today. We live in the fast lane. We want things to happen instantly. The idea of delayed gratification of our needs or desires is just not acceptable to us. We live in a world of fast food and condensed books. People go to a counselor with deep-seated problems of long-standing and want a quick solution with one session and a few pills.

By buying into this modern trend we do ourselves a disservice, because waiting is an important and potentially positive part of life. Precious insights, vital discoveries, and new resources of strength can come from the proper kind of waiting. We live by 'clock time.' The years are divided into months, the months into days, the days into minutes. But if we want to get in step with God we must realize that God is not bound by the clock or the calendar. Waiting helps us get synchronized with God. Waiting put us on God's time. God acts in the fullness of time, at the right time. Quiet but active waiting puts us in touch with what God is doing and when God is doing it.

Many years before the birth of Jesus, the Old Testament prophets wrote about waiting for a deliverer who would be like a light for a darkened world. The people to whom the prophets spoke were weary with impatience. They wanted the Messiah now. They wanted God to be on their clock. Hundreds of years went by, and all God said was, 'Wait.' So anxious were they for the Messiah that the masses tried to crown John the Baptist as Messiah when he arrived on the scene. Again, God's message was 'wait.'

In our impatience to solve our own problems or gratify our own desires, we too try to confer messiahship on persons or institutions or philosophies that ultimately turn out to be false messiahs. We can't wait for God's salvation, and so we look to the President of the United States to solve our problems, or to government in general, or to material gain, or to the latest self-improvement fad.

For centuries, the People of God waited for deliverance, chasing here or there after false messiahs, 'but when the fullness of time had come, God sent his son, born of a woman ...'  Advent is a time to remind ourselves that God is in charge, and he knows what he's doing. In order to be so reminded, we must wait for God to act and for God to call us to action. 

Our tendency at this time of the year is to rush too quickly to the manger. Just as the world rushes into Christmas shortly after Halloween, so we follow suit. Not many of us like the slow Advent hymns; let's start right in with festive Christmas carols! And yet the wisdom of the ages tells us to wait. Don't pull out all the stops just yet. But why? What's the value in waiting? The prophet Isaiah counsels us that there is great wisdom in waiting for the Lord. When we wait on the Lord, we act not in the frail efforts of our own strength, but in the mighty power of the Lord's strength. When we wait on the Lord, we receive not the imperfect results of our own hands, but the good and perfect result of God's hand.

Don't rush to the manger too quickly this season. Wait. Stop, look, and listen to the people and events around you. Where is Christ speaking to you? Pray and read the Bible in the quietness of his presence. What is he saying to you? Don't rush to the manger. There are precious experiences along the way that should be savored, experiences through which God can prepare us to meet the Christ."

After waiting so long to enter the Grotto of the Nativity, I was rushed to (and past) the spot where Jesus was said to have been born, pausing just long enough to have my picture taken there. I didn't encounter Jesus at that hectic spot. I met him in the days that followed in the faces and voices of fellow travelers who came to the Holy Land to meet him just as I had.   

From: "Waiting"

Scripture: Isaiah 40:1-11, 28-31   

Preached at Paoli U.M. Church

Thanksgiving for the Future

On my flight to Israel a couple weeks ago, I thought of the many "must see" places I would be visiting in the Holy Land -- Bethlehem, where Jesus was born; the Western Wall, a place steeped in prayer; Gethsemane, where Jesus prayed before his arrest. But a surprising thing happened as I toured the holy sites of Israel and the West Bank: I felt moved the most by "lesser" places that I visited without much anticipation. One of them was the Church of the Multiplication in Tabgha.

The Church of the Multiplication was built in 1982, which isn't noteworthy in a land where you can gaze upon the excavation of a 10,000 year-old section of Jericho's city wall. What is noteworthy, though, is the location where the Church of the Multiplication is built. The Church sits over a place near the Sea of Galilee where Jesus is said to have performed the miracle of the Feeding of the Five Thousand. In the Church's austere sanctuary, beneath the altar, a rock protrudes through the mosaic floor, marked only by the flame of a single, small candle. There, Jesus, faced with a hungry crowd of more than 5,000 people, took five loaves of bread and two fish, gave thanks to God for them, broke the bread, and had his disciples distribute the food to the people -- who miraculously ate their fill, with twelve baskets full of bread and fish left over. You can read Mark's account of this miracle here.

Altar of the Church of the Multiplication 

As I stood before the altar and looked at that stone, I experienced what I can only describe as an overwhelming sense of God's provision. I've long acknowledged that God has greatly blessed me and my family, but in that moment, I was swept up by a wave of awe and gratitude that carried me far beyond my narrow, self-focused interests. In the spot were Jesus fed a hungry multitude, I felt acutely aware that it's God's very nature and deep desire to provide for all of God's beloved children. And it's not enough for God that we don't starve. God prepares a lavish meal of loving kindness for us all that more than satisfies; God serves a meal so big that baskets full of leftovers remain. That's God's nature. That's how much God loves and cares for us. In Tabgha, I experienced a moment of clarity about who God is that I hope to never forget.

When I returned home from Israel, I flipped through the dozen or so sermons that my father preached around the holiday of Thanksgiving, and I found one he wrote in 1967 about the Feeding of the Five Thousand. Setting the scene for the miracle, Dad wrote, "The situation seems hopeless. A crowd of 5,000 people. What will they eat, miles away from the nearest market? 'What can we do?' the disciples ask Jesus. The conversation that follows between Jesus and his disciples underlines the helplessness of the disciples. But at the same time one gets the feeling of serenity, for through it all Jesus never panics; he has complete control and mastery over the situation. How desperately we want someone like that in the midst of our panic today -- someone to insure the future for us, someone who is in control."

Look at what Jesus did! "Five loaves and two fish -- just five loaves of bread and two fish. With the smallest of resources he provided a veritable banquet for more than 5,000 people. Folks who know much more about the scriptures than either you or I point out the very great significance of this banquet. Both the Old and New Testaments are full of references to a great banquet, a great heavenly banquet which all will enjoy when the end of the age comes and the Messiah is exalted to his position as Lord of all creation. ... Over and over again, the symbol of a meal or banquet is used to show that in the end it is God who triumphs. God is victorious, and the time will inevitably come when God will be able to celebrate God's victory at a joyous table of fellowship with God's faithful children.

And that too is the meaning of the Feeding of the Five Thousand. With this miraculous banquet, Jesus is giving a preview or a prophecy, if you like, of that great final banquet that is to come. The meaning here is that no matter how hopeless and dim the present situation (5 loaves and 2 fish), there is still reason to give thanks. For God can take the most hopeless set of circumstances, a famine, and turn it into a veritable feast. And this banquet for a mere 5,000 is nothing compared to the great truth to which it points -- namely, that God is in charge of the course of history. Although disaster and hardship may threaten, in the end God will triumph, and God's kingdom will come as we have so often prayed for it: 'Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done.' That is, the time will come, figuratively speaking, when we all will come from the east and from the west, from the north and from the south, and sit at the table with the Lord in the kingdom of God.

You see, this is the meaning of Christian thanksgiving. ... We not only look backwards and praise God for all of God's kindness in the past. We also dare to turn around and face the future and thank God for that too. In a time when many may despair about the future and others may clamor feverishly for plans and human solutions to our many problems, the Christian hope comes like a refreshing breeze. Of course, things may get worse. But the Christian can meet those prospects serene and unshaken, knowing that the Risen Christ already has overcome the powers of sin and death and in the end will reign. When? How? We do not know the answers to such questions. But if God be God, then God's kingdom will come. Of that we may be sure."

I used to have a wonderful neighbor named Hester, who lived well into her 90's. Dorry and I were young parents when we lived next door to Hester, and she loved visiting with our kids. Whenever we spoke with Hester about our hopes and fears for our children, she always had the same comforting response. She would say, "There's no need to worry about what the future holds when you know who holds the future." As I sit down with family for our Thanksgiving dinner, I will be thanking God not only for God's past provision, but also for the future -- for I know who holds it for us all.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

From: "A Christian Thanksgiving"
Scripture: Mark 6:31-44
Preached Nov. 19, 1967
Adams Shore Community Church, Quincy, Mass. 

Unlikely Heroes

In April of this year, my wife Dorry and I spent a wonderful vacation in the cities of Houston and Galveston, Texas. Now, a little over four months later, places we enjoyed strolling are deluged with the floodwaters of Hurricane Harvey. It seems that the Gulf Coast of Texas is in need of some heroes. 

Flag of Texas over Galveston Bay

Another place which Dorry and I once visited on a vacation -- Charlottesville, Virginia -- also has been in the news lately. We all know what happened. White supremacists and Neo-Nazis from across the country rallied in Charlottesville to protest the removal of a statue of Confederate General Robert E. Lee, others came to protest them, and violence followed that peaked with a white supremacist from Ohio ramming his car into a crowd of peaceful demonstrators. Nineteen people were injured, and a young woman died. The hate-fueled leaders of the deadly rally have vowed to return to Charlottville. It seems that Charlottesville too could use some heroes.

Whether it's the storm surge of a hurricane or the surging hatred of white nationalism, one has to wonder how strongly we, as a nation, will rally to tackle these challenges. My father once observed, "The fabric of our society is growing weaker because we have lost faith in the power of the ordinary individual to make a difference. We need to recapture the spirit of men and women of the past who believed in themselves and believed that they had something worthwhile to sacrifice for the good of their fellow-man. These people were not great charismatic leaders who stood head and shoulders above everyone else, but common folks, like you and me, who clung to the belief that one person can make an impact and, more than that, has an obligation to do so. They were unlikely heroes.

On December 1, 1955, a black seamstress named Rosa Parks was on her way home from work. She was tired and her feet hurt as she climbed onto a bus in then-segregated Montgomery, Alabama. At the next stop a white man came onto the bus. Following the common practice of the day, the bus driver told Rosa Parks that she would have to stand so that the driver could enlarge the white seating area for this white businessman to sit down. Rosa Parks later said that all she knew was that she was tired and she had had enough. She said 'No' and refused to move, never guessing that God had a preacher named Martin Luther King, Jr. around the corner at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church and that her simple act of conscience would spark a major reform in the social fabric of the United States. Rosa Parks was an unlikely hero.

Strange as it may seem, God's first choice of a method for working in the world is through common, ordinary, earthy people like Rosa Parks, or you, or me. God gives us gifts of goodness, grace, mercy and peace. As we receive these gifts and use them, we discover that our consciences become captive to the word of God, and we find ourselves doing what we must do to live with our consciences. Every act -- especially in the kind of world we live in -- becomes a heroic act, whether large or small. Through people like this, the kingdoms of this earth actually have a fighting chance to become the Kingdom of God.

Perhaps this is what Paul had in mind when he wrote to the common, ordinary people of Corinth who responded to the gospel and said, 'Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth.' 1 Corinthians 1:26 (NIV). In other words, the Christians in Corinth were mostly a motley crew, just like that motley crew of tax collectors, fishermen and day laborers whom Jesus called to be his first disciples. But Paul said, 'God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things -- and the things that are not -- to nullify the things that are.' 1 Cor. 1:28. So God chose what the world looks down upon and despises and thinks is nothing in order to destroy what the world thinks is important. Paul later wrote in his second letter to the Corinthians that '[w]e have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.' 2 Cor. 4:7.

We can't explain God's ways. Sometimes they make absolutely no sense to us. Sometimes God appears to be highly mistaken in the way he operates. But the evidence is that God chooses what the world considers to be weakness to shame the strong; that God chooses what the world thinks of as nonsense to shame what the world thinks is wise. God chooses simple, seemingly insignificant men and women whose consciences have become captive to God's word, and God uses them to do God's marvelous work in the world.

But -- and this is the key to the mystery -- they are able to become unlikely heroes because those whom God calls, God also equips and empowers. The important thing is not what one man or one woman can do. The important thing is what God can do through all men and women who choose to be available; who allow their lives, their minds, their consciences to be shaped by the spirit of Jesus Christ; who are willing to live out that life right where they are planted. You yourself can be an unlikely hero. All you must do is be willing to pray, 'Thy will be done in me.'"  

If you would like to be a hero to the victims of Hurricane Harvey, I recommend that you donate to the incredibly effective relief efforts of UMCOR - the United Methodist Committee on Relief. One hundred percent of your donation goes to hurricane relief because the United Methodist Church picks up this agency's administrative expenses. You can donate here.

And if the events of Charlottesville have moved you to learn more about what you can do to combat racism, you will want to check out the resources gathered for the United Methodist Church's "Embrace Love" campaign.  You can find those resources here.      

Lord, may your will be done ... in me. Amen.

From: "Unlikely Heroes"
Scripture: 1 Samuel 16:1-13; 1 Corinthians 1:18-31

The Perfect Wedding

I went to a wedding today. The happy, young couple found each other as students at Grove City College - the same school where I met and fell in love with my wife, Dorry more than 30 years ago. Dorry officiated today's service, and from my vantage point, it went off without a hitch (except, of course, that the bride and groom got hitched). It all looked so effortless. But I know better. Months of thought, planning and attention to detail came into focus in that service. Nothing was left to chance. 

And while today's wedding service and reception were wrapped up in half a day, I read in one of my dad's sermons that a wedding in Jesus' time was a much longer and more elaborate affair than your typical modern-day version:

"In ancient Palestine, a wedding was quite the occasion. It usually lasted for more than a day. The ceremony itself took place late in the evening, after a feast. Then the couple was led through the village streets by the light of torches and with a canopy over their heads. There was no honeymoon. The couple stayed at home, and for a week they held an open house. They wore crowns and bridal robes. They were treated like a king and queen, and for this week their word was law. In a culture, where life was a constant matter of survival, this week of celebration was a welcome relief."

"There was a wedding in Cana of Galilee. Jesus' mother was there, and Jesus and his disciples were also invited to the celebration. When the wine ran out, Jesus' mother said to him, 'They don't have any wine.'" John 2:1-2 (CEB)

"For a Jewish feast, wine was essential. 'Without wine', said the rabbis, 'there is no joy.' To have the wine run out like this before the guests had gone was a horrible violation of the sacred duty of hospitality. It was a humiliation for the bride and bridegroom and the whole family. It was the sort of situation that our worst nightmares are made of. Little wonder then, that Mary came to Jesus frantic over this wine situation. ...

Here was a microcosm of  what the human struggle is all about. Here were good people trying to push and pound and mold a small, stubborn segment of time into exactly the form they wanted. Was this too much to ask of life? And now, despite their best efforts, it was all falling apart before their very eyes. They had run out of wine.  

Life is very much like the perfect wedding. Everything is set from the flowers to the tuxedos. But rare is the wedding where something doesn't happen to set us on edge. The flower girl goes on a sit-down strike; the bride is 20 minutes late; the minister calls the groom by the wrong name. In a wedding, these things often can be laughed at later. But in real life, the snafus are sometimes tragic, and irreparable harm can be done. A spouse is unfaithful; children refuse to fulfill the dreams we had for them; and then the terrible specter of illness or accident raises its ugly head.  This life is not fair, not even for good and prudent people. As soon as we understand this and let go of the illusion that we can plan and execute the perfect life, we will be ready to hear the Good News ... "   

"Nearby were six stone water jars used for the Jewish cleansing ritual, each able to hold about twenty or thirty gallons. Jesus said to the servants, 'Fill the jars with water,' and they filled them to the brim. Then he told them, 'Now draw some from them and take it to the headwaiter,' and they did. The headwaiter tasted the water that had become wine. ... The headwaiter called the groom and said, 'Everyone serves the good wine first. They bring out the second-rate wine only when the guests are drinking freely. You kept the good wine until now.' This was the first miraculous sign that Jesus did in Cana of Galilee." -John 2:6-11 (CEB)

"The Good News -- the wine that used to be water -- is that in spite of our brokenness and imperfection, in spite of our sins and failures, in spite of our struggles and humiliations, we are loved. We are loved for who we are, not for what we have accomplished. We are loved, accepted and forgiven. In this love there is a security that the worst tragedy in life cannot touch. In this love there is a promise that one day all the troubles that afflict us now, all the tragedies that now seem so invincible, will evaporate and be as nothing in the light of God's eternal presence. Jesus came to turn our water into wine.  He came to give us a home, both here and hereafter. What God creates is better than what anyone can manufacture. The moment we realize this is the moment of our own personal miracle, the moment of our salvation, the moment of freedom at last, the moment of true joy.

And so that day in Cana, the wedding went on, and those who were responsible for planning it relaxed and enjoyed themselves for the first time all week. They danced, and sang, and ate, and drank, and quietly noted that what made the perfect wedding was not all their planning, but the fact that Jesus was there."

From: "The Perfect Wedding"

Scripture: John 2:1-12

Preached at Paoli United Methodist Church