Just back from a wedding.
On arrival, getting out of my car, this matronly lady engages me in conversation….
….”Are you the Vicar?” (I think that the clerical collar should have been a giveaway)
“I’m the Minister, yes”
“Are you here to ‘do’ the wedding?” (??????)
“I am, indeed – and what a lovely afternoon it is for it”
“I was at a another wedding just a couple of weeks ago. It was lovely. The Vicar gave a lovely sermon. He talked about Jesus at some kind of party. (* the wedding at Cana) and he, Jesus, not the Vicar, said that the ordinary people, you know the plebs, should just get the cheap wine – you know, the kind of stuff you can buy for 3 quid in Aldi…. not that they had Aldis or even Lidls in his day……
“But the toffs should get the really good stuff…..sorta like what I get from my wine club.
“Do you know that story?”
“I’ve heard something like it, but not quite the same”
“Of course, you’re Scottish. Do you use a different Bible?
“Would love to talk to you about it, but I’d better go inside now and have a chat with the bridegroom. See you later!”
Yes, back at home now, and just about to pour a very large glass of Merlot….. which later I will turn into water, such is the miracle of the human body.