At a party. A raucous wedding party. The first party went on long into the night and lasted for days. The final party will never end.
Family. Friends. Neighbors. (And even a few enemies).
Joy. Laughter. Food. Music. Dancing. And new wine that is continually refilled.
At that final party Jesus’ mother will not say, “They have no more wine,” but rather, “They have more wine than they can possibly drink.”
That’s quite a thing to look forward to. But for those with ears to hear—and eyes to see, and feet to dance—the party has already begun.
