All Things New
πΏ “All Things New”: A Meditation on the Gospel of Holy Newness πΏ
An allegory of thresholds, boundaries, and becoming
From the beginning, the world has trembled with possibility. Hovering over the waters, the Spirit moved—not with the chaos of novelty, but with the gravity of a deeper kind of newness. The kind that cracks stone tablets and softens hearts of iron. The kind that whispers through history like wind through dry bones: “Behold, I am making all things new.”
Not merely different. Not merely improved. But new—in the holy sense of transformation that disorients before it blesses, that dismantles before it heals.
This is not the newness of the market or the algorithm. It is the kind that unravels old maps and asks us to walk barefoot into a land we do not yet know.
Today, we walk through three ancient doors, each opening onto a horizon of divine renewal.
π The First Door: The Shattering Table
(Acts 11:1–18 – A New Inclusion)
The apostle Peter finds himself not at a pulpit but in a dream, and then in a scandal—a house he was never meant to enter, a table he was never meant to join. The walls of religious identity groan. The Spirit has outrun tradition.
This is the first lesson of newness: God does not ask for our permission to extend grace.
Peter’s revelation—that “even the Gentiles” are embraced—is not a theological conclusion; it is a dislocation of the soul. The floor of certainty drops out beneath him. He has to fall before he can stand again—this time on ground that belongs to no tribe, no law, no purity code. Only to love.
In this moment, the gospel ceases to be a fortress and becomes a fountain.
"Who was I," Peter asks, "to hinder God?"
Indeed. What walls still stand in us, carefully mortared with fear and familiarity?
π The Second Door: The Unfolding Horizon
(Revelation 21:1–6 – A New Creation)
John, in exile and vision, sees a cosmos reborn—not replaced, but resurrected. The sea (that ancient chaos) is no more. The veil between the sacred and the scarred dissolves. Heaven descends.
This is no celestial escape hatch. This is the marriage of spirit and soil.
Pain and sorrow do not vanish because they were illusions—they vanish because they are healed. Tears are not erased; they are wiped tenderly by the very hand of God. The groaning creation is not discarded but transfigured.
This is the second lesson of newness: the old world dies not by destruction, but by the breath of love that remakes it.
Newness is not flight—it is faithfulness carried to its furthest horizon.
And so we wait—not passively, but as midwives of a dawn already breaking.
❤️ The Third Door: The Strange Glory of Love
(John 13:31–35 – A New Commandment)
In the shadow of betrayal, Jesus rises from the floor with the dust of his disciples’ feet still on his hands. His glory is not a crown but a towel. And from his lips comes a commandment—not written on stone, but on the skin of broken hearts: “Love one another, as I have loved you.”
Is this new? Yes—and no. Love has always been the undercurrent. But now it has a shape, a face, a story. It kneels. It serves. It weeps. It bleeds.
Here is the final lesson of newness: to love like Christ is to become human in a way the world has never dared imagine.
This love does not come to reinforce identity; it comes to unmake and remake it.
To follow this command is to enter into the very logic of resurrection: loss that gives birth to life, surrender that opens eternity.
π₯ The Fire That Remakes Us
So what is holy newness?
It is not novelty.
It is not rebellion for its own sake.
It is not a shinier version of what already is.
It is the Spirit tearing open the tent of our understanding so that the wind of God might pass through.
It is the strange work of grace that includes the outsider, heals the cosmos, and redefines love.
We stand in the tension between the already and the not yet, where every small act of compassion, every bridge built across suspicion, every tear dried becomes a preview of the world to come.
But here is the truth most of us resist:
Newness is costly.
It will demand that we let die the things we most cling to: certainty, exclusion, pride, comfort.
And yet—what beauty waits on the other side.
π± Invitation: Be the Threshold
The question is not whether God is making all things new.
The question is whether we will let ourselves be made new with them.
So let us ask:
• What boundaries must we cross, not in defiance, but in faith?
• What sacred cows must we offer on the altar of love?
• What tears—our own or another’s—are we being called to wipe away?
Newness is not a doctrine. It is a becoming.
A threshold. A choice. A journey.
Let us not hinder God.
Let us be the people through whom the world is being born again.
One foot-washing, one boundary-breaking, one cruciform act of love at a time.
“Behold,” says the One seated on the throne,
“I am making all things new.”
Amen.
