One day last week I was writing my book. (Okay, I was doing that every day, but that’s not the point here). I was coming up against all the things that hold me back. “You can’t write well enough.” “Your story isn’t interesting enough.” “No one will connect with this.” (Probably all lies, but that’s not the point here either.)
The point is, I was stuck. And the point is what I heard Jesus’ mother say to the servants at the wedding: “Do whatever he tells you to do.”
And the point is what He told them to do: “Fill the jars with water.” It was a lot of work – 120 or 180 gallons of water to haul. But it was something they could do. He didn’t ask them to fill the jars with wine.
Then, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.”
They weren’t asked to stand in judgment over what was in the jars. They were just asked to fill them and offer their contents. (If they’d sipped when they’d finished filling—just to make sure what they were taking to the master was good enough—would they still have tasted water?) Their job was to do what Jesus told them.
I hear myself in the story:
“Fill the jars with water.”
“But I don’t have wine!”
“I just asked you to fill the jars with water.”
“But I don’t know how to make it taste like wine!”
“Just fill the jars with water.”
“But what if the guests don’t like the taste? What if the master fires me? What if . . .?”
“Do whatever he tells you.”
Between us and those we serve, between the water we draw and those who need wine, stands Jesus.
This story is bigger than you.
Just go fill the jars with water.