벼랑에서 26-33

주간묵상 26-33<벼랑에서> 이제 그만모든 것 내려놓아라!합창의 소리가 들린다. 평생을 노력해도오두막 하나 못 얻는데하루만 수고해도강남아파트 한 채를 주신다면마다할 사람 있겠는가?믿지 못하고보지 못했고듣기만 했기에설마하며 고개를 갸우뚱? 지금 어디에서무엇을 위해기를 쓰고 있는가? 어떤 이는하루가천년처럼 지겹고누군가는평생을하루처럼 즐겁게 산다. 매사가즐겁고 기쁜가?사사건건지겹고 한스러운가? 빚쟁이와 꽃길연인과 가시밭길어느 길이 행복한가? “믿음은보지 못한 것들의 증거요바라는 것들의 실상이라”입술로는 아멘몸으로는 글쎄- 오늘 침상에서떨어져서 일어났는가?날개를 퍼덕이며 뛰었는가? 내일 벼랑에서곤두박질하실래요?창공을 훨훨 나실래요?오늘 날개를 퍼덕이는훈련이 없으면-- 우리의 기도가무엇을 먹을까,무엇을 입을까,무엇을 마실까에머물러 있다면아직 벼랑에 매달려서몸부림치는 것 아닌가? “머리카락까지도 세시며들풀도,공중의 새도책임지시는 하나님하물며 우리 일까보냐?”읽고, 듣고,인정하고, 믿는다고 하면서-- 지인이 보내주신풀벌레소리 녹음수시로 반복하여 들으며들을수록 세미한하나님의 음성을 듣는다. 수없이 나를벼랑에 세우신 것은천사의 날개를 주심이라! <a href="https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KU4B/718" target="_top" class="ke-link">https://cafe.daum.net/smallwaterdrop/KU4B/718</a>월드미션센터, 선교중앙교회김윤식 목사(평생선교사)Weekly Meditation 26-33〈At the Edge of the Cliff〉 “Enough now—lay everything down!”I hear a chorus of voices. Though one may strive for a lifetimeand never gain even a humble hut,if a single day’s laborcould bring an apartment in Gangnam,who would refuse? Yet because we cannot believe it,have never seen it,and have only heard about it,we tilt our heads and wonder,“Could it really be true?” Where are we now,and for whatare we struggling so desperately? For some,a single day drags onlike a thousand weary years;for others,an entire lifetime passesas joyfully as a single day. Is everythingdelightful and joyful?Or is every little thingwearisome and bitter? A flower-strewn pathwith a debt collector,or a thorny pathwith the one you love—which is the happier road? “Faith is the substanceof things hoped for,the evidence of things not seen.” With our lips,“Amen!”With our lives,“Well… perhaps.” Did you merely fallout of bed todayand manage to rise? Or did you leap up,beating your wings? Tomorrow, at the cliff’s edge,will you plunge into the abyss,or soar freelyacross the open sky? Without learning todayto beat your wings— If our prayers remain fixed uponwhat we shall eat,what we shall drink,and what we shall wear,are we not still clingingto the edge of the cliff,struggling desperatelynot to fall? “God countseven the hairs of our heads.He cares for the grass of the fieldand the birds of the air—how much morewill He care for us?” We read it,hear it,acknowledge it,and say that we believe—and yet… Again and again,I listen to a recordingof insects singing in the grass,sent to me by a friend. The more I listen,the more clearly I hearthe still, small voice of God. He has brought meto the edge of the cliffcountless times— because He has given methe wings of angels!