My seminary lesson today included the account of the miracle of the water changed to wine.John 2
1 And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee; and the mother of Jesus was there:
2 And both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage.
3 And when they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus saith unto him, They have no wine.
4 Jesus saith unto her, Woman, what have I to do with thee? mine hour is not yet come.
5 His mother saith unto the servants, Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it.
6 And there were set there six waterpots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.
7 Jesus saith unto them, Fill the waterpots with water. And they filled them up to the brim.
8 And he saith unto them, Draw out now, and bear unto the governor of the feast. And they bare it.
9 When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was: (but the servants which drew the water knew;) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom,
10 And saith unto him, Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse: but thou hast kept the good wine until now.
11 This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee, and manifested forth his glory; and his disciples believed on him.
We didn't make wine, but we did make purple water. I was not willing to invest in potable beverages...I purchased my "stone waterpot" at Goodwill and while I love shopping there, I won't buy plastic food containers.
"Ah, but your "waterpot" is made of glass," you say...
To that I answer: "yes, but not the spout."
It all goes back to a regrettable incident many years ago involving a Colman beverage thermos (1 or 2 gallon) and a lost kitten.
'Nuff said.
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That's a story that I will take a pass on hearing...
I must have a missed something here. What about the spout?
Was the kitten incident during our childhood? ( sounds like it).
More details!( not about the kitten, thanks!)
That was a clear glass jar before she turned it into the stone jar you see in the picture.
It might have been in our teenage years....you and I were NOT involved.
And you're right, you don't want to hear about the kitten...let's just say it was similar to another regrettable incident involving kittens, a wading pool and two pre-school boys. You KNOW what I'm talking about.
Sadly, I do. May they rest in peace.
Sounds vaguely familiar, but due to my childhood memory lapses, I've forgotten all details.
While I commend the transformation, are you going to keep that?
I think I will store it in my seminary closet at church - I have lots of room for stuff there.
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