Jesus, Wine, and Me

Jesus’ first miracle was always hard for me to accept.

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For as long as I can remember I’ve had a complicated relationship with wine. At the age of thirteen, when it was my turn to serve as acolyte and help distribute communion, my parents gave me a firm warning: make sure you ask for the grape juice. Since I was to be taking communion first, without them by my side, they felt it necessary to remind me that I needed to take…