The wedding at Cana
Psalm 35: 5-10; John 2: 1-11 I’ve recently been reading story of Eric Liddell: you might remember his story from the film Chariots of Fire. He was a young Scot, the son of missionaries, who was due to have raced in the 100m final of the 1924 Olympics, but refused to run when it emerged the heats were to be held on a Sunday. He was switched to run in the 400m race instead, and famously won the gold medal. He was lauded as a hero and spoke at churches and chapels all over the UK, but gave it all up to became a missionary to China, as his father had been before him, and died of a brain tumour in a Japanese internment camp during World War 2. As well as being steadfast in keeping the Lord’s Day (and never running on a Sunday) he also refused to drink alcohol, though not, his biographers are keen to say, in a way which made him a killjoy. I wondered how Eric Liddell would have felt about preaching on the story of the wedding at Cana, with its many gallons of wine. But the ...