“Neither is new wine put into old wineskins. If it is, the skins burst and the wine is spilled and the skins are destroyed. But new wine is put into fresh wineskins, and so both are preserved.” (Matthew 9:17 ESV)
A while back I read right through that passage, unable to grasp its implications. Later, I understood its literal concept but couldn’t see how it applied to me; I’m neither wine nor a wineskin. Then I read what Apostle Paul had to say, and God’s truth began to dawn on me.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. (2 Corinthians 5:17 ESV)
As it turns out, I am indeed the wineskin that Jesus expounded upon, and in my old age the resemblance becomes even more obvious. But seriously, folks …
Before I applied the gospel of Christ to myself, allowing Him to give me rebirth in His Spirit, my flesh and its demands were all I knew. Of course, those fleshly demands included my religion and its rigid dogma. Even though someone always read a brief passage from the Gospels and the Epistles during the Mass, those holy words sailed high over my head, crashing and burning upon the sanctuary’s rear wall.
At some point, however, God’s Word began to hit its target, gradually changing the way I saw it. I began to ask questions that the priests couldn’t answer from God’s Word. If I had mindlessly accepted the Church’s dogma and rules and become a, “good Catholic,” I would have, in effect, sewn a patch of good behavior on the old wineskin of my heart. Jesus’ parable of the wineskins graphically portrays the painful result if I had chosen to go that way.
A transformed life doesn’t make a transformed spirit. Rather, by grace, through faith, God gives new life to your spirit, then to your heart, and finally to your way of life. That way, you needn’t worry about such things as torn wineskins and spilled wine.