“No one sews a piece of new, unshrunk cloth on old clothes because the patch tears away the cloth and makes a worse tear. No one pours new wine into old wineskins. If they did, the wineskins would burst, the wine would spill, and the wineskins would be ruined. Instead, people pour new wine into new wineskins so that both are kept safe.”
Comfortable and well-worn are my daily paths whose edges have grown gray with constant use.
My daily speech is a collection of old words worn down at the heels by repeated use.
My language and deeds, addicted to habit prefer the taste of old wine, the feel of weathered skin.
Come awaken me, Spirit of the new.
Come and refresh me, Creator of green life.
Come and inspire me, Risen Son,
you who make all things new;
I am too young to be dead,
to be stagnant in spirit.
High are the walls that guard the old,
the tried and secure ways of yesterday
the feared heresy of change.
For all change is a danger to the trusted order,
the threadbare traditions that are maintained
by the narrow ruts of rituals
Yet how can an everlastingly new covenant
retain its freshness and vitality without injections of the new,
the daring and the untried?
Come, O you who are ever-new
wrap my heart in new skin,
ever flexible to be reformed by your Spirit.
Set my feet to fresh paths this day:
inspire me to speak original and life-giving words
and to creatively give shape to the new.
Come and teach me how to dance with delight
whenever you send a new melody my way.
*This #BlessedBreak was inspired by our first Intergenerational Big Sunday School class of the new school year. The prayer is “A Psalm of New Wine Skins” by Edward Hays in Prayers for a Planetary Pilgrim.