나그네 이정표 25-49

주간묵상 25-49<나그네 이정표> 30여 년 전시카고 공항에서 숙소까지승용차로 약 5시간 거리조금 빠른 길 찾다지도상에 지름길 같아서이정표 무시하고 들어선 길내비도 없고 핸드폰도 없이인가도 없는 허허벌판 지나며밤새도록 흑암에서장장 7시간을 헤맸던 기억잊을 수 없는 생고생 추억 이정표 무시하고 들어선 길광야의 길,나그네의 길신기루 따라가다모래무덤이 될 수도 십자가의 길고난의 길,죽음의 길그러나아버지께로 가는 길예수그리스도는순례자의 이정표 현인들, 철인들별별 소리 다했으나내가 곧길이요, 진리요, 생명이라고외친 자 있었던가? 우주를창조하시고운행하시고생사화복을주관하시는 하나님 아버지친구의 모습으로내게 찾아 오셨도다. 지치고 곤하여쓰러질 때살며시 일으켜 주시며등을 다독거리시는 주님함께 달리자고보폭을 조정하시며앞서거니 뒤서거니끌어주며 밀어주시네! 앞에서 먼저넘어지며, 쓰러지며그분이 다져 논 길그 자리 딛고 밟으며그 길 따라 오라고예비해 놓으신 길십자가의 길, 영생의 길 나그네여!순례자여!신기루에 현옥되지 말고모래바람 헤치고십자가의 길목에서창끝을 향해 가소서! 눈이 부셔 뜰 수 없는영광스런 곳, 광명의 세계,새 영안으로 바라보며영생복락 누리리라 현재의 고난은장차 나타날 영광과족히 비교할 수 없도다. 주님은 나의 이정표나그네 갈길 인도하시네! <a href="https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KU4B/679" target="_top" class="ke-link">https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KU4B/679</a>월드미션센터, 선교중앙교회김윤식목사(평생선교사)Weekly Mediation 25-49<The Pilgrim’s Signpost> More than thirty years ago,From Chicago Airport to my lodging,A drive of about five hours by car.Seeking a slightly faster way,What looked like a shortcut on the map,I ignored the signpost and took that road.With no navigation system, no cellphone,Passing through an empty, uninhabited plain,All night long in pitch-black darkness,For seven long hours I wandered aimlessly—An unforgettable ordeal,A memory of raw suffering I cannot erase. A road chosen by ignoring the signpost—A wilderness road,A pilgrim’s road,Chasing a mirage,Only to become a grave of sand. The way of the Cross,The path of suffering,The road of death—Yet it is the roadThat leads to the Father.Jesus ChristIs the pilgrim’s true signpost. Sages and philosophers spoke many words,But who ever dared to cry out,“I am the way, the truth, and the life”? The Father God,Who created the universe,Who governs its course,Who holds in His handsLife and death, blessing and calamity—Came to meIn the form of a friend. When I am weary and fall,Exhausted and collapsed,The Lord gently lifts me upAnd pats my back with tender hands.He adjusts His stride to mine, saying,“Let us run together,”Now walking ahead, now behind,Pulling and pushing me onward. Falling ahead of me,Stumbling first for my sake,He paved the road with His own life,So that I might step where He stepped.The road prepared for me to follow—The way of the Cross,The way to eternal life. O traveler!O pilgrim!Do not be deceived by mirages.Cut through the storms of sand,And at the crossroad of the Cross,Set your course toward the very edge of heaven! Toward that dazzling placeToo bright for mortal eyes to open—That world of glory, that realm of light—With new spiritual eyes, we shall behold itAnd rejoice forever in eternal bliss. For the sufferings of this present timeAre not worth comparingWith the glory that is to be revealed. The Lord is my signpost,Guiding the pilgrim on his way.