Our server had more than just a sip of wine for us; his generosity and supply provided more than enough – so much so that he filled our glasses to overflow.
The good Lord himself said, ” I came to serve not to be served.”
The Gospel is an invitation to a feast not an announcement that the world will become slaughtered chicken burnt to a crisp. If that’s what these so called preachers want then let them have there burnt chicken to eat but not on account of the world. They can pay for it out of there own pocket. The rest of the world will enjoy the feast of a lifetime and not with welches to drink but intoxicating wine.
The wine gets me everywhere I need to go. It’s the door opener, the boldness, the feaster, and enjoyer of all things life.
Drinks on me, everybody! These bottles are unbreakable. They can fall and stumble around the world yet the wine remains. The wine guards it’s vessels, yes, the wine brings it all about.