Wine

A story based on the Wedding at Cana, from the point of view of one of the servants.

I've been a servant for a long time, and people say I never shut up, but yesterday left me speechless. You see the ultimate disaster happened. Biggest wedding for ages, and my boss had gone and miscalculated the guest numbers and ran out of wine! My knees were knocking cos I thought someone was going to belt me one. But then the most bizarre thing happens. I'm just passing round the sheeps eyeballs when I hear this dead weird conversation between the carpenters son and his mum. She was watching us as we were trying to squeeze the last ounce out of the wineskin labelled "chateau cheapo" and she knew were were in trouble. Anyway we hear master carpenter say "no it s not time yet" to her. We couldn't really work out what time he was talking about, it was nowhere near dusk. But then Mrs Carpenter turns to us and says "Do whatever he tells you" and there is something in her voice which makes me think that she'd better not be messed with. So we bow to carpenter the younger and ask him what he wants. He had this bizarre request for us to fill up the ceremonial washing jars, to draw some water out of them, and then take it to the steward. We were just about to protest this sudden health food fad when a sharp glare from his mum shuts us up. So we do it. And that's what got me speechless. Because when we drew the water out it was wine! How on earth did he do it, he'd not even touched the stuff? The steward was amazed at the quality too. And part of me couldn't help sniggering at our boss, he didn't have a clue what was going on, but us, the people everybody kicked around, had been let in on the plan.