a wedding in cana
By Baker Street
The village was quiet at sunset except for the house where the wedding-feast was being held. The sun was a red rose on the skyline with rays of pink and gold petals shining from the orb. The few white clouds in the sky were wisps of white and silver. At the house the guests were strewn out in small groups of company across the green yard, and the large dwelling. They sauntered in and out of the house as the evening and the festivities progressed. Bright light from the lamps on the wall danced and waltzed across the white walls and the dark garden.
Jesus was standing beneath a large tree outside in the garden, where he and a few acquaintances had spent most of the evening. He was still young, in his early twenties, and his skin, hair and eyes were dark and shiny from the lustre of youth. He looked liked any other young man of his age gathered at the feast. Music, song and the sound of festive company flowed from within the house, out towards the garden and the village. The wind swept light and fresh through the streets.
It was late when the wine ran out and his mother came out and asked him and the other young men what was to be done about the matter. “Jesus, Jesus, what are we going to do? Can’t you do something?” his mother kept on nagging him.
“My time has not yet come,” the young man answered her, but she kept on complaining about the predicament of the host, so he went over to the storage room of the house to see if he could be of help in the situation. There were six large stone jugs that were arranged in two rows in the room. Jesus asked the man’s servants to fill them with water, and then asked to be left alone in the room.
In the darkness he prayed a short prayer to his Father in the heaven, and laid his hands on the cold stone jugs filled with water while he did so. The light from within the house shone through the cracks in the door. He prayed and waited, and then after a long time, he called the servants again to fill the wine-dispensers from the jugs.
The host and his company were very impressed with the taste of the wine, and cared little for where it had been supplied from. As long as the feast could progress, and the company and guests were pleased. Jesus rejoined the men underneath the tree as midnight approached and the moon rose round and white in the night sky.
The wind crept with a chilly touch trough the trees and the streets, and two dogs barked somewhere in the village. Darkness enveloped Cana, and the even the lights from the wedding feast began to dwindle towards dawn, as the guests slowly started to depart from whence they had come.