빙그레 웃으며 26-22

주간묵상 26-22<빙그레 웃으며> 먼지 쌓인 동영상손자들 옛이야기:하나 뿐인 사탕,이미 형의 입속에-나눠먹자고 보채는 동생.엄마가, “조금 주면 안 돼?”브람스의 자장가 보다더 부드러운 음성형이 이빨로 깨드려입 속의 사탕 조각을동생과 입을 맞추며넘겨주다 그만 바닥에-그것을 주어먹으며흐뭇해하는 동생의 표정 수시로 돌려보고빙그레 웃으며지그시 눈을 감고감사의 눈물이,기쁨의 눈물이,감격의 눈물이,발등까지 흐른다.순종과 배려와 화목의 자녀들- 전국팔도의 산해진미도대영제국의 왕실도두바이의 황금빛 거리도세상의 그 어떤 화려함도이 눈물과 바꿀 수 있으랴? 아들 신혼부부이역만리 해외밀림지역자비량 선교 중에하나님 주신 3형제들,이젠 장손이 고3진로를 위해주님께 기도 중 하나님께서각자에게 주신 달란트기대에 넘치는 은혜감당키 어려운 감사절제 불능의 기쁨나누면 배가 된다기에- 며칠 후면 들이닥칠일개 부대 같은 5식구들장롱 속 이부자리,방치했던 탁구대, 농구대,이것저것 마음이 급하다애들 할미가 있었더라면- 누구나 나름대로삶의 기쁨이 있겠지만자녀들의 기쁨도 과분한데손주들까지- 이 깊은 밤에창밖의 밤손님이 보았다면이상한 노인이라 여겼을까.혼자 웃고 울고 중얼거리니도리어 놀라 달아났을지도. 내게 가장 큰 고민어떻게 하면 나로 인해하나님께서 빙그레 웃으시며,눈물을 흘리실 수 있을까? “하늘과 땅을 웃기려면먼저 고아를 웃겨라” – 탈무드 “마른 떡 한 조각만 있고도 화목 하는 것이육선이 집에 가득하고 다투는 것보다나으니라.”(잠 17:1) <a href="https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KU4B/707" target="_top" class="ke-link">https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KU4B/707</a><a href="https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KOrT/13" target="_top" class="ke-link">https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KOrT/13</a>월드미션센터, 선교중앙교회김윤식 목사(평생선교사)Weekly Meditation 26-22<With a Gentle Smile> An old video, veiled in dust—a story of my grandsons long ago:Only one piece of candy,already in the older brother’s mouth.The younger one whining,“Share it with me!”Their mother softly says,“Can’t you give him just a little?”A voice gentler stillthan Brahms’ lullaby.The older brother breaks it with his teeth,then mouth to mouthtries passing the candy piece along—only for it to fall to the floor.The younger one picks it up and eats it,his face glowing with delight. I replay that videoagain and again.With a quiet smile,I close my eyes,and tears of gratitude,tears of joy,tears of overwhelming wonderflow down even to my feet.Children shaped by obedience,consideration, and peace. Could all the delicaciesfrom every province of this land,the royal courts of the British Empire,or Dubai’s golden boulevards—could any splendor in this worldever be exchanged for these tears? My son and his young bride,serving as self-supporting missionariesdeep in a distant jungle overseas—and the three sonsGod entrusted to them.Now the eldest grandsonis already a high school senior,praying before the Lordabout the path ahead. The talents God has given each of them,the grace overflowing beyond expectation,a gratitude too great to contain,a joy impossible to restrain—they say joy doubles when shared. And in just a few days,that little troop of fivewill come storming through the door.Bedding tucked away in wardrobes,the forgotten ping-pong table,the old basketball hoop—my heart grows hurriedputting things in order.If only their grandmotherwere still here… Everyone hastheir own reasons for joy in life,but even the joy of childrenalready feels more than enough—and now, grandchildren too. Late in this deep night,if some passerby beyond the windowhad seen me,perhaps they would have thoughtI was a strange old man—laughing alone, crying alone,murmuring to myself.Perhaps they would have fled instead,startled by the sight. And yet my deepest concern is this:How can I liveso that because of meGod Himself might smile gently—and even shed tears? “If you would make heaven and earth laugh,first make an orphan smile.”-Talmud “Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting, with strife.”(Proverbs 17:1)