There is a moment in the Gospel where Jesus says something that sounds almost uncomfortable: “My hour is not yet come.” He doesn’t say it to enemies. He doesn’t say it to Pharisees. He says it to His own mother, at a wedding, when the wine has run out. This wasn’t a crisis. It was a celebration. And yet, right in the middle of joy, something essential was missing. That detail matters. Because Scripture is teaching us something subtle but powerful: God’s greatest moves are gov