“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.
What happens when the man who has not found himself tries to change himself? Not much, frankly. The new man is not the old man refurbished and improved. He’s the old man dropped.
A healthy masculinity does not compete. Neither does it worship at the altar of profit and loss.
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.