Part 3 ์ง์ธ์๋ก ์๋ก์์ง๋ ์ํ - Chapter 18 ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ ํตํ ํ๋ จ
์ 3๋ถ ์ง์ธ์๋ก ์๋ก์์ง๋ ์ํ
์ํผ์๋ 18 ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ ํตํ ํ๋ จ
“๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ์ธ๋ถ์ง์ด๋ ๋ณด์ด๋ ์ํฉ์ ๋ณํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์์๋ค ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ์๊ฒ๋ ํ๋๋์ ๋ป๊ณผ ์ ๋ฐ๋๋ก ๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋๊ฑธ ์ ์ ๊นจ๋ซ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค.”
๊ฒฐํผํ ์ง 5๊ฐ์์ด ์ง๋ฌ๋ค. ์ํ 13๋์ ์ถ์์์ ๊ฒจ์ธ ๋ฐ๋์ ํ์๊น์ง ํ๊ณ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ตต์ ๋๋ฐ์ ์ด์ ์์ด ํํ ์์์ง๋ ์ด๋๋ ์ด์๋ค. ๊ธฐ๋
๊ต ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ชฉํ์๋ก์ ๊ผญ ํ๋ฒ ์ฐธ์ํด ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ์ ์ธ๋ฏธ๋ ๊ณต๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋์๋ค. ๋ฑ๋ก ํ๋น๋ ๋ง์์ธ๋ฐ ๋ด๊ฒ๋ 7์ฒ ์์ด ์ ๋ถ์๋ค. ๋ชจ์๋ 3์ฒ์์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ถฉ๋นํ ๊น ์๊ฐํ๋ค ํ์์ ์ ์๊ณ ์ง๋ด๋ ์ฐํฌ๋์ ์ฌ๋ ์ง์ฌ๋์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ํ์์ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ฌด์ฒ ์๋ผ๊ณ ์ฌ๋ํด ์ฃผ์
จ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋น์ฐํ ๋์์ฃผ๋ฆฌ๋ผ ํ์ ํ๋ค.
์ง์ฌ๋ ๋์ ์ํํธ ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค.
“์ด๋จธ๏ผ์ ๋์ฌ๋ ์ค์ จ์ด์. ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ค์ จ์ด์?”
์์์ ์ ํ๋ ๋จ์ ์ง์ฌ๋์ ๊ฐ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ฐ ์ ๊ณ์๊ณ ์ฌ์ ์ง์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๋ฐฉํ์ด๋ผ ํ๊ต์ ๊ฐ์ง ์์ ์์ด๋ค์ด ์์๋ค. ์ฌ๋ ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฐ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ง์์ฃผ์ จ๋ค. ๋๋ ์ง์ฌ๋๊ป ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฐพ์์จ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ์ค๋ช ํ๋ค.
“์ธ๋ฏธ๋์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ฐ 3์ฒ ์์ด ๋ชจ์๋ผ์ ๋์์ ๋ฐ๊ณ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.” ๊ทธ ๋ ๋ด ์๊ฐ์๋ ์ง์คํ๊ฒ 3์ฒ์์ ๊ตฌํ๋ฉด 3๋ง์ ์ ๋๋ ๋์์ฃผ๊ฒ ์ง ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ด๊ฒ ์ฌ์ผ์ธ๊ฐ? ๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด์ ์๊ฐ ์ง์ฌ๋์ ์ผ๊ตด๋น์ด ๋ฌ๋ผ์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ํ์ ์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ธ๋ํ๊ณ ๋๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ค.
“๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ ํ๋ฌ ์ค์
จ์ด์? ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ ์์ด์.” ํ ๋ง๋๋ก ๊ฑฐ์ ๋นํ๋ค. ๊ธฐ๋๊ฐ ์ปธ๋ ๋งํผ ์ค๋ง๋ ์ปธ๋ค. ๋ฏผ๋งํ๊ณ ์๊ธํ๋ค. ๋ณดํต ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ด ์๋์๋ค.
“์ ์ฌ ๋๊ฐ ๋์์ผ๋ ์์ฌ๋ ํ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ธ์.”
๋ง์์ด ์ํด์ ๋์ ํ ํจ๊ป ์ ์ฌ์ ๋จน์ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค.
“์๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ์ต๋๋ค. ๋ค์์ ํ์ง์. ์๋ ํ ๊ณ์ธ์.”
์ํํธ ๊ณ๋จ์ ๋ด๋ ค์ค๋๋ฐ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋๋ฌผ์ด ์์นต ์์์ก๋ค. ์ฃผ์ฒดํ ์ ์์ ๋งํผ ํ์ผ์์ด ํ๋ฌ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. ์ด์ ์์ด๋ ๋ฏํ ๋งค์์ด ์ถ์๋ ์ ํ ๋๊ปด์ง์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ด ๋ง์์ ์บ์บํ ๋ฐค์ด์๋ค. ์๊ต์ ์ฃผ๊ธฐ์ฒ ๋ชฉ์ฌ๋์ด ์ง์ผ์ ‘์๋ฌธ ๋ฐ์ ๊ธธ’ ๋ ธ๋ซ๋ง์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๋ง์ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ ๋ ธ๋๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋ง์์ ๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค.
“๋๋ฌผ ์์ด ๋ชป ๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ ํผ ์์ด ๋ชป๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ
์๋ฌธ ๋ฐ์ ์ข์ ๊ธธ์ด ๊ณจ๊ณ ๋ค์ ๊ธธ์ด๋ผ๋ค
์์๋ณต๋ฝ ์ป์ผ๋ ค๋ฉด ์ด ๊ธธ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์ด์์ฒด
๋ฐฐ๊ณ ํ๋ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ฃฝ๋๋ผ๋ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ธ”
๋ ์ด ๋๋ฌด ์ถ์์ ๊ธธ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ฑฐ์ ์์๋ค. ํ
๋น ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ด ๋ง์ ๋งํผ์ด๋ ์ธ์ธํ๋ค. ํผ์ ๊ฑท๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ์๊ธํ ๋ง์์ ๋ถ์ฌ์ก๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋๋ก ๋ง์์ ๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค.
์ฐํฌ๋์์ ๋ถ๊ฐ์ข๋๊น์ง ๊ฑธ์๋ค.
“์ฌ๋๊ณผ ์ํ๊ฐ ํ์ฑํ์ ํ๋๋ ์๋ฒ์ง๏ผ์ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๋จ์ ์์ ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ด์์ผ ํ๋์?”
๊ทธ๋ ๋งํ๋ณต์ 5์ฅ 40์ ์ดํ์ ๋ง์์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค.
“… ์์ท์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ์ ํ๋ ์์๊ฒ ๊ฒ์ท๊น์ง๋ ๊ฐ์ง๊ฒ ํ๋ฉฐ ๋ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ์ง ๋๋ก ์ต์ง๋ก ์ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๊ฒ ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ทธ ์ฌ๋๊ณผ ์ญ๋ฆฌ๋ธ ๋ํํ๊ณ ๋ค๊ฒ ๊ตฌํ๋ ์์๊ฒ ์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ๋ค๊ฒ ๊พธ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ ์์๊ฒ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ์ง ๋ง๋ผ. ๋ ๋ค ์ด์์ ์ฌ๋ํ๊ณ …๋ํฌ๋ฅผ ํ๋ฐํ๋ ์๋ฅผ ์ํ์ฌ ๊ธฐ๋ํ๋ผ ์ด๊ฐ์ด ํ์ฆ ํ๋์ ๊ณ์ ๋ํฌ ์๋ฒ์ง์ ์๋ค์ด ๋๋ฆฌ๋”(๋ง 5:40-42์ )
์ด ๋ง์์ ๋ ๋จ๊ณ ๊ฑธ์ผ๋ฉด์ ํ๋ ๋์ ๊ธฐ๋ ์๋ต์ด์๋ค.
“์ ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.”
๋ง์์์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ๋๊ณผ ๋ํํ๋ฉด์ ๊ฑธ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋ ์์ ์ด ๋ค์ฏ์ด์ฏค ๋์ด ๋ณด์ด๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง ์๋ ์ด ํ์ชฝ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฆ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ด ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ์๋ค.
“์์ ์จ๏ผํ ํผ๋ง ์ฃผ์ธ์.”
์ผ๊ตด์ ์๊น๋งฃ๊ณ ๋
ธ๋ ์ฝง๋ฌผ์ ์
์์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค ๋๊ฐ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ณตํ๋ค. ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์๋ ์ฐํ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋์๋ฆฌ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ด๋ ค์๊ณ ์ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ผ๋ ์์ชฝ์ด ํฐ์ ธ์ ๋ฐ๊ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๋ค ๋ณด์ผ ์ ๋์๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋จ๋ฃจํ ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ ์ฒ์ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋๋ ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ ํ๋๋๊ณผ์ ์ฝ์์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. “์์ท์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ท๊น์ง ์ฃผ๋ผ.”
“์ง๊ธ ๊ฐ์ง ๋์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ฐ์ ์๋๋ฐ๏ผ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง์ ๊ฐ๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ ๋์ ์ค์ ์๊ฑฐ๋ ๏ผ๋ ๋ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง์ ๊ฐ๋?”
“ํ๋๏ผ์ ๋ง๏ผ๋ ์ค๊ฑฐ์์?”
๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ ๊น์ง๋ง ํด๋ ๋๋ฅผ ์์ ์จ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ ๋ ์์ด ์ด์ ๋ ํ๋์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋์ฐ๋ค. ๋๋ ์๋ ์ ์์ ๊ผญ ์ก๊ณ ์ง๊น์ง ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
์๋ ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋ํ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ ๋ฐ ์์์ ํํํ์ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋์๋๋ ๊ธธ๊ฐ์ ์์ ๊ตฌ๊ฑธํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๏ผ์๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ถํํ์ง ๋ง๊ณ ์์ง ๋จ์ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ฌํ๋ฉฐ ์ด๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ธธ์ ๊ฑธ์๋ค.
“์ฌ๋ณด๏ผ๋ ์์ด์.”
“์ด์ ์ค์ธ์?”
๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ง์ดํ๋ ์๋ด๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง ์๋ ์ ๋ณด๋๋ ๋๋ ํ์ ์ ํ์๋ค.
“๋๊ตฌ์์?”
“์๏ผ๋์์ด์ผ.”
์๋
์ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ค์ด์์ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์๋ซ๋ชฉ์ ์ํ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ ์ ์จ๊ธฐ์ ์๋
์ ๋ชธ์์ ๋๋ ์
์ทจ๋ ์๊ถ์ฐฝ ๋์๋ณด๋ค ๋ ์ญํ๋ค.
“์ฌ๋ณด๏ผ์ด ์์ด๋ฅผ ์ข ์ป๊ฒจ์ผ๊ฒ ์ผ๋ ๋ฌผ์ ์ข ๋ฐ์์๋ค.”
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์ํ์ ๋ง๋ค๊ณ ๋ฌผ์ ๋ฐ์ ์๋ ์ ์ป๊ฒผ๋ค. ๋ช ๋ฒ์ฉ ๋ฌผ์ ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์๋ ์ ๋ชธ์ ์์ฌ ์๋ ๋ฌต์ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ฒ๊ฒจ ๋๋ค. ๋์ ์ฒ์ ๋๋ฐ์ด๋ฅผ ํ๋ค.
๋ชฉ์์ ๋ง์น ์๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฏธ๋จ์ด์๋ค. ํฐ์ ์์ท์ ๊ฒ์์์ด ๋์ง ์ค๋์๋ค. ๋ด ์ท ์ค์์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์์ ๊ฒ์ผํ ๊ณจ๋ผ ์ ํ๋๋ฐ๋ ์ท์ด ๋ชธ๋ณด๋ค ์ปธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋๋ ์๋ ์ ํ์ ์ ๋ง์กฑ์ค๋ฌ์ ๋ณด์๋ค.
“๋ ์ฐธ ์ ์๊ฒผ๊ตฌ๋. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฑฐ์ง ๋ ธ๋ฃป์ ํ๊ฒ ๋์๋๏ผ’
“์๋ง๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆด ๋ ์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋๋ง๊ฐ์ด์.”
์๋ด๋ ๋ผ๋ฉด์ ๊ตญ์๋ฅผ ํจ๊ป ์ถ๊ณ ๊ณ๋๊น์ง ํ์ด ํ ๋๋น ๋์ฌ์๋ค.
์๋ ์ ์ฐ๊ฑฐํธ ์ธ ๊ทธ๋ฆ์ ๋น์ฐ๊ณ ๋ ๋ค์์์ผ ์ ๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ๋์๋ค.
“๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง ๊ทธ๋งํ๊ณ ํ์ด๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ํจ๊ป ์ด๋
์๋ ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ก ์ ์๋ค.
“์ ๋ ๋์น๋ ์์ด์. ์ข์ ๋ฐฉ์์ ๋ ์ด์์ ์ ์ ์์์์. ๋์ ์ ๋ฐ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ค๋ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํด ์ฃผ์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ฌํด์. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๊น ๋ ์ฃผ์ ๋ค๊ณ ํ์์์. ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ฃผ์ธ์. ์ ๊ฐ์ผ ํด์.”
๋๋ ์๋ ์๊ฒ ๋ง๋ ์ ๋ฐ์ ์ ๊ฒจ์ฃผ๊ณ ์์ ๋์ ์ฅ์ด์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ๋น๋ถํ๋ค.
“๋ ํ์ด๋ ์ฝ์ํ๋ ํ์;
“๋ญ๋ฐ์?”
“๋ ์์๋ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ๊ผญ๊ตํ ๋๊ฐ๋ผ.”
์๋ ์ ๊ผญ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ผ ์ฝ์ํ๊ณ ๋์๊ฐ๋ค.
์๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ด๊ณ ๋ค๋ฆ์ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ด ๋์ ๊ทผ์ฌ์ด ๋์๋ค.
‘์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ์ถํ ํ์์ผ๋ก ๊ฑฐ์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆ์ ํด์ ๋จน๊ณ ์ด์๋๋ฐ ์ด์ ํ์์ด ๋ง๋ํด์ก์ผ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆ๋ ํ ์ ์์ํ ๊ณ ..,, ๊ทธ๋ผ ์์ผ๋ก ์ด๋ป
๊ฒ ์ด์๊ฐ๋..’
๊ดํ ์ผ์ ํด์ ๋น์ฅ ์ด ๊ธธ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑด ์๋์ง ์ด๋ฐ์ ๋ฐ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ด ์์ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ ๋ชฉ์ฌ๋์ด ์ค๊ต ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋ ๋ง์์ด ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค.
์ด๋ ๊ตํ ์ง์ฌ๋์ด ์์๋์ ํ๋ฒ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ๋ค๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ํ๋ค ์ ์ด ๋ค์๋๋ฐ ์ธ์ํ์ ์์๋์ด ๊ฟ์ ๋ํ๋์ ์ ‘๋ด๊ฐ ๋ด์ผ ๋ํฌ ์ง์ ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ค’ ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง์ํ์๊ณ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง์ จ๋ค.
๋ค์๋ ํ๋ฃจ์ข ์ผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ ์์๋์ ์ค์ง ์๊ณ ์ ๋ ๋ฌด๋ ต ๋จ๋ฃจํ ๊ฑฐ์ง๊ฐ ์์ ๊ตฌ๊ฑธ์ ํ๋ ํ๊ฐ ๋ ์ง์ฌ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ฅผ ์ซ์๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐค ๊ฟ์ ์์๋์ด ๋ํ๋์ จ๋ค.
์ง์ฌ๋์ ์์๋์ ์๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
‘์ด์ฐํ์ฌ ์ด์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง์ ์ค์์ง ์์์ด์?’
์์๋์ด ๋๋ตํ์ จ๋ค.
‘๋ด๊ฐ ์ด์ ๋ํฌ ์ง์ ๊ฐ๋๋๋ผ.’
๋๋ ์ด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ์ณค๋ค.
“๋ง์๏ผ์๋ ์ด ์์๋์ด์๊ตฌ๋! ์์๋๊ป์ ๋ค๋ ๊ฐ์ จ์ด!”
๋๋ ๊ทธ ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ฒฐ์ฌํ๋ค. ํ๋๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ์ด๋ ค์๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๋์์ ๊ตฌํ์ง ์๊ณ ํ๋๋๊ป ๋ฌด๋ฆ๊ฟ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ๊ณผ ๋ ํ ๋๋ ์ด๋ ค์ด ์ฌ๋์ด ๋์์ ์ฒญํ๋ฉด ๊ฑฐ์ ํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค.
ํ๋ ๋๋ ๊ทธ ๋์ ๊ฒฝํ์ ์ฃผ์ ํ๋๋๊ป ๊ฐ์ฌํ๋ค. ๋ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์์งํ์ง ์๊ณ ์ฒ์ง๋ง๋ฌผ์ ์ฐฝ์กฐํ์๋ฉฐ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์ ์ฃผ์ด์ ํ๋๋๊ป ๋์์ ๊ตฌํ๋ ๊ธฐ๋์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋๋๋ก ํ์
จ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค. ํ๋๋์ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ ์ธ ์ผ๋ค์ ํตํด ๋๋ฅผ ํ๋๋์ ์ฌ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ง๋ค์ด ๊ฐ์
จ๋ค. ์ฌ๋์ ๋ฏฟ๋ ๋งํผ ์ค๋ง์ ์ฃผ๋ ํ๋๋์ ๋ฏฟ๋ ๋งํผ ์ํ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์ ๋ค.
‘๋์์ ๊ตฌํ๋ฌ ์ ๊ตฝ์ผ๋ก ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ ์๋ค์ ํ ์์์ง์ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ์์งํ๋ฉฐ ๋ณ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ง์๊ณผ ๋ง๋ณ์ ์ฌํ ๊ฐํจ์ ์์งํ๊ณ ์ด์ค๋ผ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋กํ์ ์ด๋ฅผ ์๋ชจํ์ง ์๋ํ๋ฉฐ ์ฌํธ์๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ์ง ์๋ํ๋๋”(์ฌ 31:1)
“์ผ๊ณฑ์ ํ๋๋์ ์๊ธฐ์ ๋์์ผ๋ก ์ผ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ฌํธ์ ์๊ธฐ ํ๋๋์๊ฒ ์๊ธฐ์ ์๋ง์ ๋๋ ์๋ ๋ณต์ด ์๋๋ค” (์ 146:5)
์ด์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ง์๋ค์ด ๋๋ฅผ ์ํ ๋ง์์ผ๋ก ์ดํด๋์๋ค.
Part 3 The More You Erase The More Grace Renewed
Episode 18 Training Through Trials
“But no matter how much I cried, the visible situation did not change. I foolishly did not realize that all of this was going against God’s will.”
Five months have passed since we got married. It was a day when the temperature was -13 degrees Celsius (8.6 Fahrenheit), the winter wind penetrated the sunlight, and thick snow fell non-stop. I saw an announcement in a Christian newspaper for a seminar I wanted to attend as a pastor. The registration fee was 10,000 won ($10), but all the money that I had was only 7,000 won ($7). As I was thinking about how to make up for the shortfall of 3,000 won ($3), I thought of a deaconess who lives in Yeonhui-dong, whom I know well. Since she always cared for me and loved me so much, I was sure she would help me.
I knocked on the door of the deaconess’ apartment.
“Oh my, pastor is here. What brings you here?"
Her husband, a deacon, who was self-employed, went to work at the store. There was a deaconess and her children at home who had Summer vacation. As usual, she her the reason for my sudden visit.
“I want to go to a seminar, but I would need 3,000 won ($3) extra to pay the registration fee, so I came here to get some help.” At that time, I thought that if I honestly asked for 3,000 won ($3), she would help me with about 30,000 won ($30). But what is this? As soon as I brought up money, the deaconess’ face changed. At once her bright smile suddenly became cold and chilly.
“Are you here to talk about money? “We don’t have that kind of money.” In short, my request was rejected. As my expectations were high, my disappointment was also great. I was embarrassed and sad. It was a real shock.
“It’s lunch time, would you like to have lunch here?t.”
I was so upset that we couldn't have lunch together.
“Oh, it’s okay. We can do it next time. Good bye."
As I was coming down the stairs from their apartment, hot tears poured out. It flowed so freely that I couldn't control it. I didn't feel the severe cold at all. It was a dark night in my heart that day. The lyrics of the song ‘The Outpost Gate’ written by the martyr Pastor Joo Ki-cheol came to mind. I sang that song in my heart to soothe my heart.
“A road we can’t travel without tears, a road we can’t travel without blood
The narrow road outside the castle gate is the road to Golgotha.
If you want to achieve eternal happiness, just walk this path
Go up even if you’re hungry, go up even if you die.”
It was so cold that there were hardly any people on the road. The empty streets were as lonely as my heart. I wanted to walk alone. I held onto my sad heart and comforted it with prayer. I walked from Yeonhui-dong to Bukgajwa-dong (1.2 miles).
“God the Father, who is rich in love and grace, how should I live the rest of my life?” At that time, the words of Matthew 5:40 and below came to mind.
“And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well. If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles. Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.” (Matthew 5:40, NIV)
These words were the answer to my prayer as I walked.
"Yes, Lord. I will.”
I walked while talking with the Lord in my heart. Then, suddenly, before my eyes, a beggar boy who looked to be about fifteen years old came towards me, limping on one leg.
“Sir, please give me one penny.”
His face was pitch black and yellow snot kept flowing in and out of his mouth. There was charcoal ash on his head like frost. He was wearing shoes, but the front was torn so that his toes were visible. I have never seen such a ragged beggar like this boy. I remembered the promise I made with God a sec ago. “And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well.
“I only have a little money right now, but if you go to my house with me, I can give you a little more money. Would you like to go to my house with me?”
“Brother, are you really going to give me money?”
The guy who had been calling me ‘sir’ just a moment ago now called me ‘brother’ and followed me. I held the boy's hand tightly and walked toward home.
A long time ago, a poor person went out to the street lamenting that he had no shoes, and when he saw that the beggar sitting on the side of the road was begging without legs, he walked down the street, remembering the story that he had decided not to complain about what he had but to be thankful for what he still had.
“Honey, I’m home.”
“Hi babe, here you are.”
My wife, who was welcoming me as she opened the door, looked surprised when she saw the beggar boy.
"Who is it?"
“Oh Yes, it’s my bro.”
The boy was brought into the room and placed on the warmest floor of the house. In the warmth of the room, the stench from the boy's body was more disgusting than the smell of the gutter.
“Honey, I need to wash this child, so let’s heat up some water.”
We built a makeshift bathhouse, heated the water, and washed the boy. We changed the water several times to remove the old dirt that had accumulated on the boy's body. He got washed for the first time with a scrub mitt. The boy's face was handsome after taking a bath. His white underwear had become black for a while. Even though I chose the smallest clothes I could wear, they were bigger than this boy. But still, the boy seemed satisfied.
“You look so handsome. But why did you become such a beggar?’
“My mother abandoned me and ran away when I was young.”
My wife boiled ramen with noodles and eggs in a pot. The boy put down his chopsticks right after having three bowls of ramen in succession.
“Would you like to stop being a beggar and live here with us?
The boy shook his head.
I am not clueless. No more than two people can sleep in this small room. I was treated well. Thank you for giving me a favor today. And you said you would give me money earlier. Please hurry. “I need to go.”
I put on the right sized shoes on the boy’s feet, put money in his hand, and requested earnestly.
“Let’s make a promiser
“What is it?”
“Believe in Jesus and go to church.”
The boy promised to do so and left.
As I was sending the boy away, I became worried.
‘Until now ,he made a living by acting as a beggar with an ugly outfit and behavior, but now that he has cleaned up, he won’t be able to be a beggar again..,, so what is he going to do for a living from now on?’
I was worried about whether I had done something pointless and blocked his way to live. At that time, I remembered what a pastor said during a sermon.
A deacon at a church fell asleep while praying that he wanted to see Jesus, and the kind Jesus appeared in his dream and said, ‘I will come to your house tomorrow.
and disappeared.
The next day, even though he waited all day, Jesus did not come. In the evening, a ragged beggar came and begged. The deacon became angry and chased the beggar away that day. Jesus appeared in a dream that night. The deacon complained and asked Jesus.
‘Why didn’t you come to my house yesterday?’
Jesus answered.
‘I went to your house yesterday.’
“That’s what it must have been,” I said as I thought about this story. “That’s right, the boy was Jesus! “Jesus has come!”
I decided to do two things that day. One is that no matter how difficult it is, I will not go to people and ask for help, but rather kneel down and pray to God.
I would not refuse help if someone in need ask for it.
Later, I thanked God for giving me that experience. This is because God made us to be people of prayer who seek help from God, the Creator of heaven and earth and the owner of all things, without relying on people with money.
God made me into a man of God through shocking events and trials. People may disappoint you to the extent you believe, but God gives you grace to the extent you believe.
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‘Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help, who rely on horses, who trust in the multitude of their chariots and in the great strength of their horsemen, but do not look to the Holy One of Israel, or seek help from the Lord (Isaiah 31:1, NIV).
“Blessed are those whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord their God.” (Psalm 146:5, NIV)
I understood these words as being for me.
