Sermon Text: John 2:1-11
The year after college, when I was still trying to figure out where I was going and what I was doing, I got a job as a youth ministry intern at a church out in California. I spent the year serving the church and learning how to do youth ministry, and the members of that church spent the year taking care of me and showing extraordinary generosity. A family from the church provided for all my food and housing by hosting me in their home for the year. Women in the church took me under their wing and provided friendship and spiritual support as I navigated all my young adult questions and life issues. There was one time that a family asked me to help with watching their children while they went on an overnight trip or something. I can’t remember exactly what the job was, but what I do remember was the evening that the father kindly and quietly slipped a one-hundred-dollar bill into my hand to pay me for whatever it was I had done to help them. I remember knowing that the payment far exceeded any service I had provided, and I felt that it was much more a gift of love than an actual wage that I had earned. I went into my room that night with that one-hundred-dollar bill in my hand, and I remember falling on my knees at the end of my bed and being completely overcome and overwhelmed with emotion. A hundred dollars was lot of money for me at that time, but it wasn’t even the money as much as it was what the money represented…see full sermon here.