What time is it?

I was reading about the wedding feast at Cana recently, and six words jumped out at me:

“My time has not yet come.”

It reminded me of something I had written in A closer look at Love (throughout the book, I refer to Jesus as “Love,” because 1 John 4:8 says that, “God is love.”)

Love didn’t expect to perform a miracle when he got up that morning, prayed and washed, and set out with his family and disciples to attend a wedding. He wasn’t thinking about miracles when he joined in the festivities—singing and dancing, eating and drinking. Love had no clue, when he saw his mother coming.

It was a brief conversation.

“They have no wine,” she told him. (That Mary took charge of the provisions suggests that the groom could have been one of her children).

“What does it have to do with me?” Love asked her. “My time has not yet come.”

Mary turned to the servants: “Do whatever he tells you."

Typical mother.

But Holy Spirit must have given Love the nod. So, he told the servants to fill half a dozen, thirty-gallon jars with water.

Did Love speak to the water or pray to his Father? No clue. But suddenly, the jars were filled with wine. The servants saw it. And Mary saw it.

Jesus' time had come.

I just wish John had told us about the next few days of the celebration, what with the revelation of Jesus’ unique ability … and 180 gallons of premium wine.

It was eighty years before Moses’ time came. It would seem to have come decades earlier when Pharaoh's daughter adopted him as her son and raised him as a prince. But that wasn't it. Forty years later, Moses fled to Egypt after killing an Egyptian, and it seemed that his time was over. Throughout the next forty years, he tended sheep, until one day an angel appeared to him, and his time finally began—from the burning bush and the Red Sea to Mount Sinai and Mount Nebo.

Has your time come yet? If not, are you still receptive?

I know I am ... at 80 ... like Moses.