. . . and said, man that was top notch, they brought out the best wine first.
He wasn't gonna taste the fruit of the vine after the last supper until he was in his father's kingdom.
And the parable of the vine dresser, getting rid of the dead branches, fit for nothing.
Man that Jesus fella knew his wines ! I reckon if he wasn't into capentrying he coulda made a sqillion if he gave up his day job.
Poor bugger, the ultimate insult was giving him Myrh while he was hanging there. Bet he couldn't wait to get home and uncork a bottle of Dad's finest Red or Chardonay.
How could they have done that to the world's finest connousier ? Let alone what else he did.