운전면허 갱신 26-44

[Peter]

주간묵상 26-44

〈운전면허 갱신〉

엊그제 갱신한 것 같은

운전면허증

벌써 3년이 지났다고

이런 검사

저런 절차 마치고

최근 사진 2장 들고

경찰서로 직접 오라고

별로 가고 싶지 않은 곳.

12시간 운전도 거뜬

며칠간 밤을 새도 쌩쌩

아직도 무쇠돌이.

면허증 받아들고

앞으로 13번은

더 와야겠네요!

직원이 웃는다.

하루를 천년처럼,

천년을 하루처럼,

다짐하고 계획하며

가벼운 발걸음

안전운전으로 귀가.

문득 들리는 음성

“운전면허는 갱신했는데

천국시민권은?”

자격상실 되기 전

적성검사를 받아보자!

조작할 수 없는

신령AI진단기로-.

동녘에 떠오르는 태양

주님의 얼굴을 보는 듯

설레던 가슴.

이젠 망부석?

황금도 돌처럼 보이던 시력.

이젠 두리번두리번

남의 떡이 커 보이는

야간투시경?

풀벌레 소리에도

주님과 속삭임.

이젠 천둥번개에도

꾸벅꾸벅 드르렁 드르렁?

십자가 조영에도

둑이 터지던 눈물샘.

이젠 칠년 가뭄에 드러난

호수바닥?

골고다 언덕을 향하던

순례자 여정.

이젠 신기루 따라

애급으로 역주행?

여호와를 앙망하며

창공을 날던 독수리.

이젠 시신을 찾아

무덤을 파는 두더지?

천금 같은 달란트

땅에 묻어두고,

날 샌 줄 모르며

부어라 마셔라?

그날은 문턱인데

빨간불이 켜졌다.

날이 새기 전

도피성을 향해

전력질주,

번제단에 뛰어올라

재와 연기로-

World Mission Center(www.wccc.ac)

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Weekly Meditation 26-44

〈Renewing My Driver’s License〉

My driver’s license-

it feels as though

I renewed it only yesterday,

yet three years have already passed.

After this test

and that procedure,

I am told to bring two recent photos

and come to the police station in person-

a place I would rather not visit.

Twelve hours behind the wheel?

No trouble at all.

Several nights without sleep?

Still going strong.

Still a man of iron.

With my new license in hand,

I say,

“I’ll be back at least

thirteen more times!”

The clerk smiles.

A day like a thousand years,

a thousand years like a day-

with fresh resolve and plans,

I walk out with a spring in my step

and drive safely home.

Then, suddenly, a voice:

“You have renewed your driver’s license-

but what about

your citizenship in heaven?”

Before I am disqualified,

let me take a fitness test-

with a spiritual AI scanner

that no one can tamper with.

The sun rising in the east

once set my heart aflutter,

as though I were seeing

the face of my Lord.

Have I now turned

into a stone that only stares?

Eyes that once saw gold

as nothing more than stone-

have they become night-vision goggles,

darting here and there,

finding the grass always greener

on the other side?

Even the chirping of insects

once drew me into whispers

with my Lord.

Now, through thunder and lightning,

do I nod off-

snoring away?

Even the shadow of the cross

once burst the floodgates

of my tears.

Have those springs become

a lake bed laid bare

by seven years of drought?

A pilgrim’s journey

once led me toward

the hill of Golgotha.

Am I now chasing mirages,

driving the wrong way-

back to Egypt?

Once an eagle

soaring high above,

waiting upon the Lord-

have I become a mole,

digging through graves

in search of the dead?

Have I buried in the ground

the precious talents

entrusted to me,

crying, “Pour another! Drink another!”

unaware that dawn has come?

That Day is at the doorstep,

and the warning light is red.

Before daybreak,

I run with all my strength

toward the city of refuge,

leap upon the altar

of burnt offering-

to become ashes and smoke.