Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Epiphany 2, Yr C)

THE JARS STAND EMPTY
(John 2: 1-11)

Can we agree, my fellow servants, that we
have let the jars stand empty far too long?

Perhaps it was because we carefully measured
their deep and yawning cavities
and the long distances to the wells
and the labour required
to carry the water to fill them,
and decided to postpone the arduous chore
for just a little longer;

or perhaps because there have been a few
notable individuals
whose heroic efforts to fill the jars
have been observed and praised,
but who
could not fill the jars completely,
and now we ourselves are wondering
what we can possibly do
that would make that much of a difference;

and after all,
that jar so low on justice,
that one so drained of compassion,
the one that rings so hollow where
we have hoped for peace –
we peered into their depths and determined
they’re not entirely dry:
surely there’s enough of water there
for some miracle to be made of it
without us having to bend our backs
to carry the heavy buckets;
surely God in Christ
can provide the needed wine,
the needed health for our hurting world,
without our full participation . . .

But no.
Christ has given us
tasks to do
and the festal joy will not
be complete without them.
I’m sure we agree, my fellow servants,
that the work to do is difficult.
But can we also agree
that we have let the jars
stand empty far too long?
The wedding guests
are waiting.

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