Or Tacoma as it were.
My BIL, Hubby’s half brother, got married last weekend. As blended families go this one has some serious hot buttons and since it was a first meeting for his half sibs, the evil ex step mother and our son we were on high alert. If we were an airport we would have been under deep red caution for terrorist activity.
I found myself a bit more liberal with the libations in an effort to take the edge off and then it occurred to me. Perhaps Our Lady was simply trying to keep the peace when she asked Jesus to provide more wine at Cana. (Tongue-in-cheek alert.)
OK so probably not, but still this wedding of my ever so reformed Jewish BIL was on 16th of Av, 5768 per the program. Reformed or not the tie to Cana is an unbroken line across the ages. As I sat at this Jewish wedding, the first since my conversaion, I couldn’t help but think of Cana so many years ago. It was cool to imagine Jesus, Our Lady and the deciples listening to the same readings, and wishing the couple under the Chuppah well with a hearty Mazal Tov as the groom broke the glass at the end of the ceromony.
My BILs Chuppa was made from the Tallit he wore at his Bar Mitzvah and again it brought Jesus to mind. Could it have been that Jesus’ Bar Mitzvah gave him the notion it would be alright to stay behind at the temple “going about his Father’s business” when Mary and Joseph had to double back to town to find him? Once a boy is Bar Mitzvah he is accountable under the law.
There is comfort in the permanance of God’s covenants, in the continituty of God’s people through time, and joy in the knowledge that in Christ we are the decendants God promised to Abraham, decendants to numerous to count. As Christians we are grafted into the family line what an awsome blessing.
Lord help us to be ever mindful of the gift we have in you. Amen.