Buddy Holly's New Wine

There’s a scene in the movie, The Buddy Holly Story, where young Buddy is playing at, I think it was a roller rink, with his band, in Lubbock, Texas.  They apparently have to play basically nice, traditional, country-western songs.  We see some moms on the sideline smiling and swaying in complacent bliss to the familiar tunes.  

But Holly is getting frustrated and finally he tells the band to launch into something different, and they start to play some vigorous rock’n’roll.  The teenagers love it, but the parents are horrified.  

At that moment, Buddy Holly was channeling Jesus.

The parents are offended and annoyed, not just because the music is energetic and physical, country music has plenty of that.  But what Holly started playing was clearly derived from the Black community.  It was music from an oppressed and hated culture.  It was a threat to segregation and white supremacy.  That is why it had to be stopped.

This story reminds me of how the Lord Jesus talks about his ministry as “new wine.”  New wine is not offensive and dangerous because it is new; in a wine-drinking culture there would always have to be newly produced wine.  

Jesus’ new wine was a threat because it was foreign wine.  It was the wine of the other.  It was the wine of transformation.  It was the wine of the future.  I mean, Jesus turns water into wine, and he turns wine into his own blood, his life given for the life of the world.  This is not ordinary wine; it is miracle wine.  It is the wine of eternity.  And eternity is an existential threat to the Empire.  

The comfortable, complacent chaperones of Jesus’ society recognized it as such.  Holly’s raucous new music was the wine of equality and justice.  It was the wine of inclusion and compassion.  It was the wine of racial mixing and integration.  It was new wine because it was the wine of rebellion and resistance to the standard order of the Empire.  It was a new dance, outside of and in resistance to the officially authorized and acceptable ways of moving.  

Too many churches seem engineered to give comfort to the chaperones whose job it is to sit on the sidelines and make sure everything stays under control and totally familiar.  The same comforting music.  The same well-known prayers.  The same faces in the pews and pulpit.  

This consistency would be commendable were the church expressing and sharing the new wine of Jesus Christ, the wine of the Kingdom of God, the alternative to the Empire and its oppressive, divisive standards.  This is the “deposit of faith” which the church should be passing on to each generation, and passing out to the world.  But I fear this is not the case.  

The wine we are serving in the church needs to “gladden the human heart” and transport us into God’s Kingdom.  It needs to separate us from the routines and regimentation of the Empire.  It needs to give us God’s life of justice, equality, compassion, humility, and joy.  It needs to unite us with the oppressed, marginalized, dispossessed, and disinherited.  Indeed, it needs to be their wine.

That wine, becomes — to shift the metaphor — the powerful, living, growing yeast that leavens the whole loaf, causing it to fill with the Spirit and rise.  The Kingdom of God is like that.  It is like new wine.  It is like yeast.  It is like… Buddy Holly.

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