Miracles.

They’re on my heart a lot these days.
I ask for them.
I have need of them.
I know the One who releases them.

This morning I was reading John 2, the account of Jesus’ first sign in Cana of Galilee, the changing of the water to wine. And I ask myself - where does the miracle take place?

Jesus’ mother makes a bold statement, “Do whatever He tells you.”
I’m struck by it - she is dripping with confidence that her Son will know what to do and that He will act.
So she just gives that instruction and exits the scene.

Jesus turns and addresses the servants, tells them to fill the stone water jars used for purification to the brim, and they do it. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. Then He tells them to take some of that water they just poured into the stone jars and take it to the head waiter to taste.

And here is where they have a decision because this is pretty wild. Take water from the purification pots to let the waiter taste? Okayyyy.

But the end of verse 8 captures it, this moment of obedience that manifests the miracle to all - “They did so.”

He holds the miracle. I see it by faith. Faith propels action and obedience.

Where does the miracle take place?
I hear it in those three words - “they did so.”

Do it again, Lord.