Thinkest thou knowest a fair maiden in the flower of her youth, and hath ye not understood natures glorious truth?
Even the fruit of the vine must process through times and times again, pressing and squeezing out a substance and poured into vats and into more vats where the lee’s are skimmed time after time.
Yet while in sunshine and the process of containing the delight, shall this be the finished product, Master wanted at last? Nay I say!
Yet many did not know the Masters ultimate goal and could only see physical satisfaction of new wine yet Master had great patience too. For when one is young, the newness of grape doth penetrate those whom seek not any higher state.
Most never know where the glorious truth is contained and the processing deep within a chamber low where no light can ever go. A place so dark and kept secret for many years of bubbling and fermenting. Yet for what the Master chose in his divine plan is in his hand and timing.
It is in this place of cold dark cellar life that one finds who they are without any need for others or stars. The Master takes each bottle checking it throughout the years, wondering and hoping is this the time when His prize will be kept in place or taken as dear.
For the Master knows how long the process waits yet when he visits and those bottles that are dusty and dirty too from seemingly years of neglect, The Master knowing instinctively as a clock chimes what he awaits.
The Master anxiously processed such delicate vessels kept in bottles for such an time as this. His lamp is in his hand and he walks to where his precious kept ones are for many a year had they been kept in such obscurity. He shines the lamp near the eldest of quality and takes a white linen cloth and wraps the dusty, dirty bottle examining the label written by His hand long ago. As the Master cleanses the dust and dirt off the bottle and top, He sees the vintage year and cannot help but uncork.
As the Master allows the bottle to breathe, he takes a glass and pours ever so carefully in. As he swirls the glass, looking at the color and the scent, alas he smells and then taste ever so slightly, moving it about his tongue not wanting to miss a taste of graciousness. The Master of the vineyard realized that truly waiting for maturity doth indeed bring delectable taste and to breathe the fragrance emerged him in a memory of time gone by.
The Master indeed was glad to know in his process and patience that the juice from years ago took on a heavenly process and changed into a divine creation that HE had in mind.
The Master so satisfied with his work, washed the dirt and dust off his prize and covered the bottle as he watched with his piercing eyes. The Master took spotless linen and wrapped it ever so tightly taking it l from the darkness of obscurity into the time of His favor. For indeed, the Master wanted to show case his prize, and He saved HIS best wine for last.
Selah and Selah.
“His mother saith unto the servants, Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it.
And there were set there six waterpots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.
Jesus saith unto them, Fill the waterpots with water. And they filled them up to the brim.
And he saith unto them, Draw out now, and bear unto the governor of the feast. And they bare it.
When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was: (but the servants which drew the water knew;) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom, And saith unto him, Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse: but thou hast kept the good wine until now,” John 2:5-10.
In HIS Grace and Mercy,
~ Sherry Edwards Mackey