When He came again to Jericho I sought Him out and said to Him, "Master, on the morrow my son will take a wife. I beg you come to the wedding feast and do us honor, even as you honored the wedding at Cana of Galilee."
And He answered, "It is true that I was once a guest at a wedding feast, but I shall not be a guest again. I am myself now the Bridegroom."
And I said, "I entreat you, Master, come to the wedding feast of my son.
And He smiled as though He would rebuke me, and said, "Why do you entreat me? Have you not wine enough?"
And I said, "My jugs are full, Master; yet I beseech you, come to my son's wedding feast."
Then He said, "Who knows? I may come, I may surely come, if your heart is an altar in your temple."
Upon the morrow my son was married, but Jesus came not to the wedding feast. And though we had many guests, I felt that no one had come.
In very truth, I myself who welcomed the guests, was not there.
Perhaps my heart had not been an altar when I invited Him. Perhaps I desired another miracle...