Waterpots and Wineglasses.

Truth is a fine wine.

When sipped, it warms our imagination to the beauty and impermanence of life. I suppose that I am creating this blog with the hope that I will learn to slow down and sip the subtle beauty of everyday life.

The sound of my son's laughter as he runs through our neighbor's sprinklers.

Unhurried talks over sushi on a Sunday afternoon.

Listening to the needle settle into an old record.

Last week, as I was reading through the Gospel of John, I came across Jesus' miracle at the wedding in Cana. Instead of guzzling the narrative down like a discount soda (as I am in the habit of doing), I decided instead to sip John's words like a glass of Chilean merlot.

What stood out to me in the story was the beautiful WAY that Jesus changes the water into wine. First of all, there are no theatrics that would have landed him a cult following of David Blaine fans. He simply asks the servants at the wedding to fill the ceremonial waterpots and when they do something beautiful happens. The filthy water in the pots becomes the finest of wines. The waterpots look the same outwardly after the miracle--but inside the unadorned clay pots the wine of heaven waits to be enjoyed.

I'm beginning to believe that quiet miracles in life happen when people do what Jesus asks us to do. Most days I am in far too much of a hurry to notice the needs of others. So I write words in hopes of learning to notice a few simple waterpots along the way. If I slow down and learn to sip each moment in life, perhaps truth will begin to ferment in this filthy waterpot as well.