Showing posts with label New wine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New wine. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

The Taste of Change

 

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

One day some people said to Jesus, “John the Baptist’s disciples fast and pray regularly, and so do the disciples of the Pharisees.  Why are your disciples always eating and drinking?”  Jesus responded, “Do wedding guests fast while celebrating with the groom?  Of course not.  But someday the groom will be taken away from them, and then they will fast.”  Then Jesus gave them this illustration:  “No one tears a piece of cloth from a new garment and uses it to patch an old garment.  For then the new garment would be ruined, and the new patch wouldn’t even match the old garment.  “And no one puts new wine into old wineskins.  For the new wine would burst the wineskins, spilling the wine and ruining the skins.  New wine must be stored in new wineskins.  But no one who drinks the old wine seems to want the new wine.  ‘The old is just fine,’ they say.”  Luke 5:33-39

Jesus brought plenty of change to contemplate, and sometimes confuse.  That can be good or bad, depending upon which side you settle.  If you’re confused, it’s ok; not everything Jesus said is for immediate understanding and implementation.  However, if you’re just going to contemplate (with little intention of diving-in and doing), you’re always going to be a little empty...that is, until you finally get it, that the interruption of life you’re feeling, over what Jesus is bringing to your table, is exactly what Jesus came to bring.  In short, He came to change everything.  He came to turn everything that needs turning on its ear.

In the case of new wine vs. old wine, there is problem with neither.  The problem exists in how you treat it.  New wine is going to expand.  The older the wineskin, the more possibility it won’t hold…the container will go bust!  Old wine has done its expanding, but still needs attention…a cool, protected place where disturbances are minimal.  In that scenario old wineskins will do.

The mistake Jesus was pointing-out in this conversation with disciples, was the focus too many of us have on the wineskins.  We become attached to that which we’ve come to hold dear.  That’s seen in everyday life, from cradle to senior living homes.  A child loves his favorite toy or “blankey” which give security and comfort.  An elder wants quiet and predictability – also the hallmarks of safety.  A twenty-something wants none of the above, only that everything should change.    

Giving up a comfort zone is something that rarely happens when you’re talking about church.  Hymns, choruses, loud-clanging cymbals, and guitars will be at war in the rehearsal rooms.  Praise teams will push choir-seekers to the side, and the quiet of yesterday’s prelude will be replaced (changed) into whatever new thing hasn’t yet been done.  And the old (I can use that because I am that) will lament about the discarding of old skins, while the young push back with get a life…we’re here to show you the NEW you’ve been missing. 

The saddest thing (to me) about all the pushing and shoving is that, at times, both sides are right.  There is a time for the new to be held in expandable minds, and a time for young minds to venerate what stands forever.  The target, lest we forget, is the wine…not the skin in which it is held.

For You Today

Got a little judgmental in you about new or old wineskins?  Better check out the wine before you berate the Wine Master.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title and Other Images:  Fresco Tours via Wikimedia Commons   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©    

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Drinking the Pastor's New Wine

Wednesday, January 18, 2017
“Besides, who would patch old clothing with new cloth?  For the new patch would shrink and rip away from the old cloth, leaving an even bigger tear than before.  “And no one puts new wine into old wineskins.  For the old skins would burst from the pressure, spilling the wine and ruining the skins.  New wine is stored in new wineskins so that both are preserved.”  Matthew 9:16-17(NLT)
I grew up in an era that warned that the preacher was a stern, looking-over-your-shoulder, rain-on-anybody's-party, warden.  I didn't want to go to the Hell I'd heard about in countless, endless sermons.  Church was boring, the same songs over and over.  But, it was worth enduring it all, just not to go to Hell. 
Then P.A.K.O. came to be our Pastor.  Pastor A. Kenneth Olsen was no warden.  He played football and softball with the youth.  He sang, and even told a joke on himself from the pulpit.  He actually smiled often, and seemed to like kids.  I wasn't all that convinced though.  There could be a warden hidden beneath.  Most adults would rattle your cage if things got heated.
I didn't consciously mean to push for a peek inside P.A.K.O.  It just happened.  He took 12 or 15 teenage boys on a canoeing/camping trip.  A cardinal rule was that no canoe would strike out alone; always the buddy system!  A second rule seemed self evident, no standing up in a canoe!  Paul, Eddie and I broke both rules.  The three of us got bored with the conventional system and, while noone else was looking, rigged a sail with our tent and paddles, and set out across the lake late in the afternoon. 
The early evening found us in the middle of the lake, with rough winds kicking up the deep waters.  Having more fun than sense caused the canoe to capsize, dumping three poor-swimmer teenagers into unfriendly waters.  We were in the water for what seemed hours, unable to right the soggy canoe; we were clinging for dear life.
When we first saw the power boat coming our way it was still too far to see who was coming to our rescue.  As it approached, my stomach did ambivalent flips.  P.A.K.O. was in the bow of the boat.  I was relieved that I was going to live; I just wasn't sure how long.  P.A.K.O. didn't look happy! 
We were fished out of bone chilling waters, and surrounded by itchy (but warmly comforting) Army blankets.  P.A.K.O. said only five words, Are you boys all right?  Our nods satisfied him that we were going to make it, and he then hugged all three of us.  Then he laughed out loud.  Then we all did.  We laughed all the way back to the camp. 
The songs around the campfire that night were better than the way the same old songs used to sound.  The crackle of the fire was crisper, the air cleaner.  The hot dogs and dehydrated banana chips tasted like Prime Rib and heavenly manna.
That night was my first taste of new wine.  I had been a fearful sipper at first.  But that first taste was better than anything I'd ever known.  To my knowledge P.A.K.O. never even mentioned the incident to my parents.  He never said anything to me.  He just wanted us close; and we wanted to be close to him.  That is how I know it was new wine. 
Our heavenly Father wants us close.  There's no way to build a bridge up to him, or rig a sail on a canoe to get there.  All attempts like that leave you dumped and drowning in a raging lake.  The secret of powerful joy is like a powerboat coming to rescue.  In the bow of that boat stands the cross of Christ.  He comes to you.  You simply let Him!

For You Today

Don't spill the wine.  Surrender it all today and every day.  Only new wineskins can hold that kind of joy.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!
NOTES

[i] Title image: By Fresco Tours, via Wikimedia Commons