Now I am not reinventing the wheel here I just want to point out a teaching that rocked my world on this text... Jesus is attending a wedding where the wine runs out and his mother Mary wants him to do something about it. She says to him in verse 3, "They have no more wine." To which he responds, "Dear woman, why do you involve me?" Then Mary says something so profound that if you are not looking you will probably miss it... she says to the servants, "Do whatever he tells you."
Do whatever he tells you.... Whatever Jesus says I want you to do. I bet seriousness could be heard in her tone. I bet there was a look that she gave them to let them find confidence in this good woman's saying. Here is the excerpt taken from Spurgeon's Lectures To My Students pages 248-249 speaking of a preacher named Gideon Ouseley preaching on John 2 to an upset crowd:
"I will give it you at length, that you may know how to act if ever you are placed in similar circumstances: — ”He took his stand, put; off his hat, assumed his black velvet cap, and, after a few moments spent in silent prayer, commenced to sing. People began to gather round him, and, during the singing of a few verses, were quiet, and apparently attentive, but soon began to be restless and noisy. He then commenced to pray, and quietness for a short time followed; but presently, as the crowd increased, it became uneasy, and. even turbulent. He closed his prayer, and began to preach; but evidently his audience were not disposed to hear him. Before many sentences had been uttered, missiles began to fly — at first not of a very destructive character, being refuse — vegetables, potatoes, turnips, etc.; but before long harder materials were thrown — brickbats and stones, some of which reached him and inflicted slight wounds. He stopped, and, after a pause, cried out, ‘Boys dear, what’s the matter with you to-day? Won’t you let an old man talk to you a little?’ ‘We don’t want to hear a word out of your old head,’ was the prompt reply from one in the crowd. ‘But I ‘want; to tell you what, I think, you would like to hear.’ ‘No, we’ll like nothing you can tell us.’ ‘How do you know? I want to tell you a story about one you all say you respect and love.’ ‘Who’s that,’ ‘The blessed Virgin.’ ‘Och, and what do you know about the blessed Virgin?’ ‘More than you think; and I’m sure you’ll be pleased with what I have to tell you, if you’ll only listen to me.’ ‘ Come then,’ said another voice, ‘let us hear what he has to say about the Holy Mother.’ And there was a lull, and the missionary began: ‘There was once a young couple to be married, belonging to a little town called Cana. It’s away in that country where our blessed Savior spent a great part of his life among us; and the decent people whose children were to be married thought it right to invite the blessed Virgin to the wedding feast,
and her blessed Son too, and some of his disciples; and they all thought it right to come. As they sat at table, the Virgin Mother thought she saw that tile wine provided for the entertainment began to run short, and she Was troubled lest the decent young people should be shamed before their neighbors; and so she whispered to her blessed Son, “They have no wine.” “Don’t let that trouble you, ma’am,” said he. And in a minute or two after, she, knowing well what was in his good heart, said to one of the servants that was passing behind them, “Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it.” Accordingly, by-and-by,, our blessed Lord said to another of them — I suppose they had passed the word among themselves. — ” Fill those large water-pots with, water.” (There were six of them standing in a corner of the room, and they held nearly three gallons apiece, for the people of those countries use a great deal of water every day.) And, remembering the words of the Holy Virgin, they did his bidding, and came back, and said, “Sir, they are full to the brim.” “Take some, then, to the master, at the head of the table,” he said. And they did so, and the aster tasted it, and lo and behold you! it was wine, and the best of wine too. And there was
plenty of it for the feast, ay, and, it may be, some left to help the young couple setting up house-keeping. And all that, you see, came of the servants taking the advice of the blessed Virgin, and doing what she bid them. Now, if she was here among us this day, she would give just the
same advice to every one of us, “Whatsoever he saith to you, do it,” and with good reason too, for well she knows there is nothing but love in his heart to us, and nothing but wisdom comes from his lips. And now I’ll tell you some of the things he says to us. He says, “Strive to enter in at the
strait gate; for many, I say unto you, will strive to enter in, and shall not be able.”’ And straightway the preacher briefly, but clearly and forcibly, expounded the nature of the gate of life, its straitness, and the dread necessity for pressing into it, winding up with the Virgin’s counsel, ‘ Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it.’ In like manner he explained, and pressed upon his hearers, some other of the weighty words of our divine Lord, — ’ Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God’; and, ‘If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily and follow me,’ — enforcing his exhortation in each instance by the Virgin’s counsel to the servants at Calla. ‘ But no,’ at last
he broke forth ‘no:; with all the love and reverence you pretend for the blessed Virgin, you won’t take her advice, but will listen willingly to any drunken schoolmaster that will wheedle you into a public-house, and put mischief and wickedness into your heads.’ Here he was interrupted by a
voice, which seemed to be that of an old man, exclaiming, ‘True for you, true for ye. If you were tellin’ lies all the days of your life, it’s the truth you’re tellin’ now.’ And so the preacher got leave to finish his discourse with not a little of good effect.”"
Let us be quick to do what Jesus says. I want to be a people that bow in glad submission to whatever my master says.
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