The first miracle that Jesus performed was a doozy. Plus it was at a wedding, and those are pretty joyful events. The way the minister enacted it in church was to invite a couple that had recently celebrated their anniversary to come to the head of the table. Which gave us a focus for our love. Other adults and children filled in the other seats for the party. The woman who was Mary said something I cling to like a lifeline.

"Whatever Jesus says to you, do it."

It seems likely that the servants who responded to that directive had no idea where it would lead. 

"Sure, we will fill six large water pots with water, though what we need is wine."

Many of the routines I follow seem too ordinary to matter, like serving plain water when what is needed is much more robust. 

Years ago, a friend was out of hope. She could barely function, and I could not prop her up. The thought floated in that I could read the Bible to her. So I did. Just a page or so each day, without any indication that she was listening. Recently, she told me what that meant to her, 

"You broke through the fog of my isolation."

I was caught off guard to find that a simple gesture had somehow ripened into sweetness. It gives me a reason to keep listening.