That first sign, that was a flash of glory if there was ever one. It was the one that really confirmed our trust in Him. And of all places for it to happen, thinks John, at a wedding.
He chuckles to himself, scratching his thick beard. The wine was flowing, the food was decent, and He was there: the God of Heaven, at a wedding, sitting down and tapping his feet to the music. God! The Creator of Music! Enjoying the rhythm by his creations!
John chuckles again but then stops and considers how the vessels were filled to the brim with new water, how there was no way wine could’ve been added from out in the well, how the stuff was still water when the servants dipped the ladle into it and when it was finally brought to the head servant, and he drank, it was wine. The Bridegroom—what was his name, can’t even remember it at this point—he received a bunch of fame from that; but we all knew.
For this flash of glory to happen in Cana of Galilee of all places, at a wedding. Amazing.
But we remembered it, thinks John, it pointed to His provision, it confirmed Him in His mission, it attested to His message, it showed who was the source of life; of living water, of joy even!
All of it made possible by the shedding of His blood; God’s blood.
Flash of glory!