Hanging by a thread*

I apologize for taking two weeks off. I was in Amsterdam, resting. Usually when I am there I am inspired to write for this blog, but this time I was inspired only to sleep and sleep and sleep. And it was terrific. The sun doesn’t come up until mid-morning and goes down by 3 so sleep is just the natural thing to do. And eventually it even snowed for me. Wasn’t that a nice gift? Here’s a photo:

In this week’s scripture I am finding a thread about God as proud benefactor … I’m afraid those words look a little cold, but it’s a generic way of saying God so loves each of us that God makes each of us into God’s own child, inheriting great riches.

In Isaiah God says God is holding a crown of great riches in God’s hands—a crown of beauty, a royal diadem—in 1 Corinthians Paul reminds us that God is a Spirit that gives gifts, one Spirit, millions of personal gifts, each given as each child of God is able; in the Gospel even we have the same thread, in that wonderful story about the wedding at Cana. You know this story is read at every wedding in the church, and nobody get’s it. Everybody thinks it is about Jesus blessing weddings between heterosexuals. I don’t know why; that isn’t in the story at all. What is  in the story is the part about how usually the best wine is served first, but Jesus has caused the best wine to be left for last.

Why is that important? Well, it means those who crowded forward at the beginning, rather than those who helped God create equality for all present, received from the old wine. The new wine was received, richly, by those who were left after the “important” people got done, or drunk, or whatever, and went away. I’ve never worked in a bar, but I have a lot of friends who are bartenders; and I know once the crowd is gone and the doors are closed, things change. And the drinks served in the dark at 3am are the sweetest drinks.

So what is the thread?

God has made a rich universe of people. LGBT people are some of the richest. And the wine we drink, the richness of our marriages (for instance), or our ordinations, or any sacraments given to us in the church, is far finer because we are the last. In other words, the message of the wedding at Cana is the same message we have heard a zillion times from Jesus—the first shall be last, and the last shall be first.

We, because we are gay, are first, because we are literally last. Savor the love with those whom you love, which is this wine Jesus has made just for you.

While I’m writing about threads, let me show you this cute little Christmas tree ornament:

We’ve had this for years on our tree. This year as we dismantled the tree in a hurry because I was going to Amsterdam, it fell on the floor and the little guy standing at the back fell off. For two weeks they sat forlornly on the dining room table. When I got home the other day I headed straight for the glue, so I could put him back where he belonged, hugging his buddy, moving forward in life on that little skateboard. Then I got to thinking how, even when they were separated by the accident, they still were connected by that red thread, which is used to hang them on the tree. And that made me think how even when we’re apart Brad and I are connected by the thread which is the love we share. And that made me realize, this is the same thread we see in today’s scripture. God’s love is the thread that binds us all.

*2^nd Sunday after the Epiphany (Isaiah 62:1-5; Psalm 36:5-10; 1 Corinthians 12:1-11; John 2:1-11)

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