Water to Wine – A Prayer

Dear Lord,

Here I am half way through the wedding feast and I am to be found out to have ordered too little wine for the festivities?

What kind of groom am I to let my bride down and to spoil the celebration for my family and friends?

And Lord, you are an honored guest so how can I trouble you with such a frivolous problem?

I am not worthy, yet, please be merciful. Fill the six stone water jars to the brim cleaning my marriage in the ceremonials waters of your death and transforming the second half of the festivities into that which only the choicest blood wine can provide.

 

The Gospel of Saint John Chapter 2, verses 1-11

Update on Becoming Well Read – Middlemarch

I continue to read (listen) to Middlemarch and have enjoyed this book a great deal.  I’m on chapter 19 of 86.   My favorite line so far has been this musing of Dr. Lydgate about Rosamond Vincy in chapter 16.

Certainly, if falling in love had been at all in question, it would have been quite safe with a creature like this Miss Vincy, who had just the kind of intelligence one would desire in a woman—polished, refined, docile, lending itself to finish in all the delicacies of life, and enshrined in a body which expressed this with a force of demonstration that excluded the need for other evidence.