After a while one of the guests said to the father of my bridegroom: “You have kept the best wine till the end of the feast. Other hosts do not so.”
And all believed that Jesus had wrought a miracle, that they should have more wine and better at the end of the wedding-feast than at the beginning.
I too thought that Jesus had poured the wine, but I was not astonished; for in His voice I had already listened to miracles.
And afterwards indeed, His voice remained close to my heart, even until I had been delivered of my firstborn child.
And now even to this day in our village and in the villages near by, the word of our guest is still remembered. And they say: “The spirit of Jesus of Nazareth is the best and the oldest wine.”