New Wineskin

If you're anything like me, you've never heard of a wineskin before reading the Bible. And, if you're even more like me, you have to Google "wineskin" and find the above image before you can picture what one looks like. The significance of wineskins in Scripture (old or new) was lost on me until I was 23 years old, though I was baptized Catholic as a baby and raised in the Faith my entire life. However, it seems like the Lord has been trying to drive the point of becoming a "new wineskin" home with me lately, and I think He'd like me to share why with you.

I've never been patient. I relate on a deep spiritual plane to the character Meg in Madeleine L'Engle's classic tale, A Wrinkle in Time. Without spoiling anything (and honestly without looking up the exact quote), Meg is a young girl who is told at one point by a mentor that, if she wants to help her father, she must be patient. Without missing a beat, Meg stomps her foot and exclaims, "But I'm NOT patient! I've never been patient!" But at least she's honest.

I have hoped and prayed countless times for God to act in my life overnight: to just tell me if I'm supposed to go to X college, if I'm supposed to be a nun, if I'm supposed to get a certain job, etc. Why? Because I don't want to wait. I don't want to struggle. And I don't want to make a decision myself in case I end up regretting it. If I can tell people, "God told me to," then I can put the blame on Him. However, what this wonky way of thinking ultimately comes down to is: 1) I am ungrateful to God for the free will that He has given me, and 2) I don't trust the Lord to bring good out of whatever I choose.

So, I pray some more: this time, for God to make me a better human.

Lord, make me patient...now.

I give my life to You...now...so that we can get it moving.

I surrender everything to You...now, so tell me what to do.

NOW.

Poor God. My prayers can be so pathetic. But, I have hope that He still appreciates that I'm honest, and that - like Meg - I'll be kept waiting only because it is for my good and the good of those around me. After all, as St. Paul reminds the Romans, God works all things for good for those who love Him and who are called according to His purpose (8:28). I may not always know His purpose until long after, but while I stamp my foot and twiddle my thumbs, I can trust that at least He knows what He's doing.

Which brings me to the wineskin.

A wineskin (if you can't guess) stores wine. However, if a wineskin is not taken care of properly, it can get tarnished more quickly and begin to tear. If this occurs, the result is obvious: it will no longer hold wine. It will be good-for-nothing. And it will be thrown away and replaced. Jesus doesn't want this to happen to us. He doesn't want it to happen to me, and He certainly doesn't want it to happen to you. Yet, at least for me, I know it has. I've been impatient and have worn myself so thin at times that I could no longer carry out the mission entrusted to me. Even in those moments, though - when I had become good-for-nothing in my eyes - Jesus saw the potential in me. He never loses sight of it and never will, because He put it there.

Even when I had become good-for-nothing in my eyes, Jesus saw the potential in me. He never loses sight of it and never will, because He put it there.

I wrote this poem a few months ago after reflecting on these things, and today I was inspired to share it with you. I hope it encourages you to continue fighting the good fight, even when you feel the most feeble, helpless, and hopeless. As my favorite Bible verse attests, "The LORD will fight for you, and you have only to be still” (Exodus 14:14 RSV). My prayer for you today is that you will not only allow the Lord to fight for you but that you will also allow Him to make a new wineskin out of you.

Here's to hoping, friends.

"New Wineskin"
 
 October 31, 2021
 
 Jesus, take all of me
 Make me more like You
 Release the knots within me
 Each old wound, undo
 Heal the hurt within me
 But don't just take away the pain
 Release the wine within me
 To make me new again
 Purge me as with hyssop
 Make me white as snow
 Wherever You will lead me
 Jesus, bid me go
 Remove the hurt within me
 Rid me of my guilt
 Replace it with Your mercy
 My soul ne'er again to wilt
 Cease all my restless longings
 Forgive each wandering night
 Bathe my bloodied knuckles
 Help me give up the fight
 For this war that wages in me
 Began a battle long ago
 The prize being the salvation
 Of my immortal, wayward soul
 Though I was clothed in God's own armor
 And stationed at His right hand
 I made the mistake of believing
 That by my strength I could stand
 I fell hard fairly quickly
 And was pierced by my own sword
 Pride had welled up in me
 And would have been a mortal wound
 Had Christ not come to save me
 Riding in - well - just in time
 For all I could see was darkness
 Until He shone forth His light
 He looked not as I expected
 No white knight on noble steed
 Nor was He clad in armor
 From His head down to His feet
 He was wearing a white garment
 Without a single spot or stain
 Looking down, I realized
 Suddenly I was in the same
 The only difference being
 My garment was quite torn
 Revealing many scars and bruises
 In short, it looked quite worn
 Ashamed to be seen in such a state
 I quickly turned away
 Christ Himself had come for me
 But what was there to say?
 An endless stream of insults
 Had arisen in my mind
 I was content to condemn myself
 How could He not reply in kind?
 "Beloved," my Bridegroom whispered,
 "It is never too late to start again.
 "You can do all things through Me.
 "With My help, you can win."