NEW VESSEL

Since the fall of mankind, abuse has touched every layer of life.

We’ve seen it—in systems, in relationships, in power, in greed.It weaves through history like a scar no generation has escaped.

And when you’ve reached the end of abuse—when the weight of injustice exposes what was never pure to begin with—the words ring clear: “Do not store up treasures in earthen vessels.”

Because what is built on earth will decay. But what is poured into heaven will remain.

 We strive to make a difference. But much of what we build is still shaped by the fallen vessel. The old wineskin. The cracked clay jar.

What if you came to the end of that clay vessel?

The end of sorrow. What if it shattered, and nothing was left to hold the past?

Would it feel like loss—or would it feel like freedom?

What would the higher place in Him look like beyond the fall of mankind?

Maybe that’s when the new can finally be poured in. Not into something broken. But into something remade. The new wineskin.

When love is no longer divided among the fallen nature—when it is no longer scattered across idols, wounds, or fears—it returns whole to the One who gave it.

Man or woman, fully alive. In the image of Him who made them.

Love undiluted.

Love, unbroken.

The fullness of love, complete.

Returned to the Garden—as it was first given, before the fall entered.

Glorified!