He told them this parable: “No one tears a piece out of a new garment to patch an old one. Otherwise, they will have torn the new garment, and the patch from the new will not match the old.
…awakening the mind’s attention to the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand…
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Biographia Literaria, Vol. II
My life brims with holes and tears that I attempt to mend by slapping on bandaids that don’t stick to the sides of the wounds. I try fixing what is gaping with iron-on patches, or darning until midnight, or whipping stitches through frayed cloth.
My efforts are futile. The edges cannot hold no matter how I try to bring them together myself. I am dust, as is what I’m trying to repair.
Jesus tells me to quit trying to save the old – the dusty old laws, the old rituals, the old ways of doing things – and to embrace the brand new life that He offers, not use it as superglue to patch up the old life.
What I’m trying to hold on to ~ the comfortable, the familiar, the traditional ~ is no match with what is to come.
May my eyes see, my ears hear, my heart understand. He prepares me with parable.