The party begins
First Sunday back and it’s all about an abundance of great wine.
500 litres of awesome wine. Not mid-shelf stuff. Top shelf where I never look because
I don’t have that kind of money. Provided for a gathering of whanau
and friends in a small poor community in the middle of nowhere. People whose
lives are defined by back breaking poverty and deprivation, surviving from day
to day, who have gathered with their meager koha to celebrate this new
beginning and all the hopes that held. For these days they will forget that life
is not as they hoped and they will enjoy each other and what food and wine they
have gathered. Jesus’ mum is there out the back with the other ringa wera keeping
it going. But too soon the wine has gone and the party will end. Reality will bight. Celebration to lamentation is one breath. Except Jesus’
mum does her best to fulfil her role and suggests Jesus might be able to help
out. And he helps out. 500 litres of the best wine. That party was not stopping
any time s…