“Would you like some rose refresher?” she asked, holding up a small opaque bottle. “Of course,” I replied from my position on the sofa. “Close your eyes,” she said. Then, from a distance of mere inches, she delivered four spritzes to my upturned face. “How does that feel?” she asked. “I’m a new man,” I said.
Jesus said it was a disaster-in-the-making to put new wine into old wineskins. Wine in the New Testament is a metaphor for life. By co-mingling new and old, we produce a negative result. The new man is an old man relinquished, not an old man added to.