Being the season of Epiphany, I am trying to dwell on the moments of Jesus' life that might have caused the jubilant banging of pots for those who witnessed them... moments where it might have been clear that the old had gone and the new had come.
One of these is asort of pedestrian moment of running out of wine at a wedding. In a moment, scarcity bursts forth in abundance. The stone jars that hold the water are the kind used for ceremonial washing. Stone doesn’t hold contaminants and so it cannot become unclean on its own. But these jars belong to a system of scarcity... each sin has a cost, each crime has a consequence, and each washing only goes so far. One is always aware of falling short, of being in need, of lacking and of needing to be washed again and again.