2๋ถ ์ง์ธ ์ ์๋ ๋ณต
์ํผ์๋ 12 ์์ฝ ์ค๋
์ ์๋ฒ์ง์ ๊ตฌ์
๋์ ํ์๋ ํ๋๋์ผ๋ก๋ถํฐ ์ํ ๊ฐํ ํ์ด ์์๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ํธ์ฉ ์ฃผ์ ์์ผ์ จ๊ณ ์จ๋ชธ์ ์ฌ์๋๋ฌด ๋จ๋ฏ ํ๋๋ ๋์ ๊ฐ์ ์ฑ “๋๋๋ผ ๋๋๋ผ” ํ์๋ฉด์ ์ ์ ์ ์๊ณ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง์ จ๋ค.
์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์ ์์ ๊ธธ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ถํ๋ ์ด์ ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ง์๋ค. ๋๋ ์ ์๋ ์ธ์์ ๋ชป ์ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ข
๊ฐ์ง ์ฅ์์ผ๋ก ์ ์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ด์ผ ํ๋๋ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ตํ๋ฅผ ๋ค๋ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋?”
์๋ฒ์ง์ ํจ์๋ ์ต(ๅด)์ ์(็ธ)์ ๊ตฌ(ๆฑ)์์ด์๋ค. ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ด๋ฆ ๋์ ์ผ๊ตฌ(ไธไน)๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ ๋ค. ‘์ ์ง ํ ๊ตฐ๋ฐ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์ ์์ ๋ง์๊ณ ์ํ ๊ตฐ๋ฐ ์ ์ง์ ๋์์ผ๋ง ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋์์จ๋ค’ ๋ ๋ฐ์์ ์ง์ด์ง ๋ณ๋ช
์ด์๋ค.
์ ์ ์๋ฉ ์ทจํ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์์ ์ ํ์ ํ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋ ํ๋ ค๋ ๋ฏ ์ํต์ ๋ฒ๊ณ ์ฒ ๋ ํ ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ ์์ ๋ฌ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ธฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ์ ํ์ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ฆฌ ์น์๊ณค ํ์ จ๋ค. “๋๋ฅผ์ฃฝ์ฌ๋ผ. ๋๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ฌ."
๊ธฐ์ฐจ๊ฐ ๊ธ์ ์ฐจ ํ๋ฉด ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ธฐ๊ด์ฌ ๋ฉฑ์ด์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ์ต์ง๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ์
จ๋ค.
“์ผ ์ด ์์์! ๊ธฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ ์ธ์. ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ฐ ๋ง๋๋ก ๊ธฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ธ์.”
์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์ ๋ ์ ๋น ์ ธ ์ด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฌํ ๊ณผ์ ์์ ํจ์ํ ํ์๋ค. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์กฑ๋ค์๊ฒ ์ ์ ์์์๋ค. ์ ๋ง์๋ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ณผ ๋๋ง๋ค ์์ด ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์๋ง์ค๋ฌ์ ๋ค. ์ถ์ด ๊ฒจ์ธ๋ ์ด๋ฉด ์ ์ง ์์ ๋ช ์๊ฐ์ด๊ณ ๋๋ ๋จ๋ฉฐ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. ์ ์ง ์์์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๋ง๋ ๋๋ฉด ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ณ ์ฐฝํผํ์ฌ ์ฅ๊ตฌ๋ฉ์ด๋ผ๋ ์์ผ๋ ์จ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ด ๊ฒ ์๋์๋ค. ๊ตฐ์์ ์ ๋ํ ํ์๋ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์ ๋ ์ ๋น ์ ธ ์ง๋ด์ จ๊ณ ๋ฐ๋ฉด ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ ์์ฌ์ ํ์ธต ๋ ์ฑ์ํด์ ธ ๊ฐ๋ค.
ํ๋ฃจ๋ ์ผํ๋ค ๋ง๊ณ ๋งฅ์ด ํ ํ๋ฆฐ ์ด๋จธ๋๊ฐ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ง์ํ์ จ๋ค.
“๋ค ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ๋์์ค๋ ์์์ผ์ด ํ ๋จธ๋ ์ ์ฌ๋๏ผ๋ด์ผ ์ฅ๋ ์ ์ ์ฌ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ํ๋ผ๊ณ ํ์๋๊ตฌ๋. ์์ ๋ฏฟ๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์ฌ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ํด์ผ ํ๋ ๋ฌด์ฒ ์์ํ๋ค.”
์ด๋์ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ๋์๋ ํ๋งบํ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๊ณ ์๋ค. ๋๋์ฒด ์ ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์์ด๊ธฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ์ธ๊ฒ ํ๋์ง ๊ทธ ์กฐ์์ ์ ํ๋ฒ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ๋๋ ์๋ฐฉ ๋ฒฝ ์์ ์ฐฝํธ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ด ์ ๋ชจ์
๋์ ์ํจ(ไฝ)ๆฃ) ์์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ค. ๋๋ฌด ์ค๋ ์ธ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์งํค๊ณ ์์ด ์ฐฝํธ์ง์๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅ์ผ๋ก ์ผ๋ฃฉ์ ธ ์์๋ค. ์ฐฝํธ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค์ถ๋ ์ ์ฑ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ์ ๋ชจ์
๋์ ์ํจ๊ฐ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฌธ๋ฉ ์ ์ ์ค๊ต ์๊ฐ์ ๋ชฉ์ฌ๋๊ป์ ํ์ ๋ง์์ด ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค.
๋ฏฟ์์ ์กฐ์ ์๋ธ๋ผํจ์ด ์ฒญ์๋
์์ ์ ์์๋ ์ผ์ธ๋ฐ ์๋ธ๋ผํจ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์๋ ์ฐ์ ์ฅ์ฌ๋ผ ๋๋ฌด๋ก ๊น์ ๋ง๋ ์ฐ์๋ค์ ์ง๊ฒ์ ์ง๊ณ ์ฅ์ฌ๋ฅผ ํ๋ฌ ์์ฅ์ ๊ฐ๋จ๋ค. ์ง์ ์๋ ์๋ธ๋ผํจ์ด ์ฐ์๋ค์ ๋์ง์ด๋ด์ ๋ดค๋๋ฐ ์๋ฌด ๋ฐ์์ด ์์ ‘์ด๊ฒ์ ์ฃฝ์ ์ ์ด๋ค’ ๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋๋ฌด๋ง์น๋ก ๋ชจ๋ ๋ถ์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ํ๋ ํ๋๋๊ป ๋ณต์ ๋ฐ์๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๋์ค์ ์ ์ฌ์ค์ด์ง๋ง ์ฑ๊ฒฝ์ ๊ธฐ๋ก๋ ๋ด์ฉ์ ์๋์๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ์ธ๊ฒฝ์ ๋์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๋ฏฟ์์ ๋ค์์์ ๋๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๋๋ ๋ชฉ์ฌ๋์ ๋ง์ฉ์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ตณ๊ฒ ๋ค์งํ๋ค.
‘๊ทธ๋๏ผ๋๋ ์ด ์ง์์ ๋ณต์ ๊ทผ์์ด ๋๊ธฐ ์ํด์๋ ์๋ธ๋ผํจ์ฒ๋ผ ์ฐ์์ ์์ ๋ฒ๋ ค์ผ ํ๋ค.’
๋๋ ์ํจ๋ฅผ ๋์ง์ด๋ด์ด ๊ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ฐข์ด ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๋น๋ฒผ ๊ฐ๋ฃจ๋ก ๋ง๋ค์ด์ ํ๋ฌ๊ฐ๋ ์๋๋ฌผ์ ๋ด๋ค ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ํจ์ ๊ฒ์ฅ๋ง ๋ฎ์ด๋์๋ค.
3์ผ ํ ํ ๋จธ๋ ์ ์ฟ๋ ์ ์ผ์ด๋ ์ผ์ ์๊ฐํ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ ค์์ด ๋ชฐ๋ ค์๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ๊ธฐ๋์์ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ ์ผ์ผ ๋์ ์๋๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋์ด์๊ณ ๊ธ์ํ๋ฉฐ ๋ถ๋ฅด์ง์ด ๊ธฐ๋ํ๋ค.
“ํ๋๋๏ผ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง์ ๋๋๋ก ๋ด๋ ค์ค๋ ์ฐ์์ญ๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์์ ์ฃผ์ธ์.”
๊ธฐ๋ ์ค์ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์ง์ 450๋ช ๊ณผ ์์ธ๋ผ ์ ์ง์ 400๋ช , ํฉํ์ฌ 850๋ช ์ด๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง์ ์ง์์ ์ธ์ด ์๋ฆฌ์ผ๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ฌ๋ค. ์๋ฆฌ์ผ์ ํ๋๋์ด ๋์ ํ๋๋ ๋์ฌ์ ๋ฏฟ์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋จ์ํ๋ฉด์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์ํด ๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐ๊ตฌํ๋ค.
์ผ์ผ ์งธ ๋๋ ๋ ์คํ๏ผ๊ธฐ๋ ์ค์ ์ด์ฌ์ผ 41์ฅ 10์ ์ ๋ง์์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค.
“๋๋ ค์ ๋ง๋ผ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋์ ํจ๊ป ํจ์ด๋ผ. ๋๋ผ์ง ๋ง๋ผ. ๋๋ ๋ค ํ๋๋์ด ๋จ์ด๋ผ. ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ฅผ ๊ตณ์ธ๊ฒ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ผ. ์ฐธ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ๋ฆฌ๋ผ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ก ๋์ ์๋ก์ด ์ค๋ฅธ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ผ.”
์ด ๋ง์์ ํ์ ์ป์ด ๊ตณ์ ๊ฒฐ์ฌ์ ํ๊ณ ์ฃผ๋จน์ ๋ถ๋ ์ฅ์๋ค.
‘๊ทธ๋๏ผํ๋๋๊ป์ ๋๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ.’
๋ฏฟ์์ด ๋ด๋ํด์ง๋ ์จ ๋ชธ์ด ์ํธ์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๋ฒผ์ ๋ค. ํด ์ง ๋ฌด๋ ต ์ฐ์์ ๋ด๋ ค์ ๊ทธ ๊ธธ๋ก ๊ณง์ฅ ๊ตํ์ ๊ฐ๋ค.
“์ ๋์ฌ๋๏ผ์ ํฌ ์ง์ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ถ๋ ์๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ธ๋ํด ์ฃผ์ธ์.”
์ ๋์ฌ๋๊ป ๊ทธ๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ค์ ๋ง์๋๋ ธ๋๋ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ์ จ๋ค. ์ ๋์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๋๋ ํจ๊ป ๋ฌด๋ฆ๊ฟ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ธฐ๋ํ๋ค.
“ํ๋๋๏ผ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ์ธ์.”
๋ฐค 10์์ฏค ์ ๋์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๊ต์ธ๋ค 7๋ช
์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ง์ผ๋ก ์๋ค. ๋ง๋ฃจ๏ผ๋ง๋น ํ ๊ฒ ์์ด ๋ถ์ ์ ์น์ฒ๋ค์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฐจ์งํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ค๊ณผ ์ผ๊ฐ์น์ฒ๋ค์ด ๋ชจ์ธ ๊ณณ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ผํ์ด ๋ค์ด์์ ์น์ฒ๋ค์ ์ฅ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ํ๋ง๋๋ก ์์์์ด๋ค์ด ์ ์ฟ๋ ์ฌ์ ์์ด ์ ์๋๋๋ ํ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๋ฐฉ ์์์๋ ํ์ ๋๋ฃจ๋ง๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์
์ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์ ์ฟ์์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฒ์จ๋ถํฐ ์ฝ๊ฐ ์ ์ ์ทจํ ๋ฏํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ฒ์ง ์์ ๊ณผ๋๊ฐ ๋ณด์๋ค. ์๊ฐ ๋์์ด ์์ฐํ๋ค.
‘์ํจ๊ฐ ์์ด์ง ๊ฑธ ์๋ฉด ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์ ์นผ๋ก ๋๋ฅผ … ํ๋๋๏ผ์ ๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ์ธ์.’
๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ค์ด์ค ๋๊น์ง์ ๋ด๋ํจ์ ์จ๋ฐ๊ฐ๋ฐ์๊ณ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์ค๊ทธ๋ผ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ํ๋คํ๋ค ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค.
“์ด์ ์ ์ ํด์ผ ํ๋ ๋จ์๋ค์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋๋ผ.”
๋จ์๋ค์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ํญ๋ ฌ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฐ๊ณ ๋๋ ์ ๋์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๋ง๋ฃจ์ ์ฐ๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๋ฒฝ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ํจ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ ์ฐฝํธ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค์ถ์ จ๋ค. ์๊ฐ ์จ์ด ๋ฉ์ถ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
“์๋๏ผ์ํจ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋๋!”
์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์ฐฝํธ์ง ์์ ์์ด์ผ ํ ์ํจ๊ฐ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์์ ์ํ๋๊ฒ ์ง๋ฆฐ ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ์๋ฆฌ์น์
จ๋ค.
“์๋๏ผ์ด๋์ด!”
๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ์๋ฒ์ง์ ๋์๋ ์ด๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๋ํ๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์ํจ๋ฅผ ์์ค ์ฌ๋์ด ๋๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณธ๋ฅ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์์ฐจ๋ฆฌ์ จ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์์ด ์๋ฒ์ง์ ๋์ ์นผ์ด ์๋ ๊ณณ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๊ณ ๋๋ ๋ฐ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋น๋ช ์ ๊ฐ๊น๊ฒ ์ธ์ณค๋ค,
“์ฃผ-์ฌ! ์ฃผ-์ฌ!”
๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ์จ๋ชธ๊ณผ ์ ๋ฐ๏ผ์ ์์ ๊ฐํ ํ์ด ๋๊ปด ์ก๋ค. ๋๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ง๋ฃจ์์ ๋ฐฉ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง ์์ ์๋ฉด ์นผ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ปํ๋ ๋ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ์๋ฒ์ง ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ์ก์๋ค.
“์๋ฒ์ง๏ผ์์ผ์ธ์!”
๋์ ํ์๋ ํ๋๋์ผ๋ก๋ถํฐ ์ํ ๊ฐํ ํ์ด ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ํธ์ฉ ์ฃผ์ ์์ผ์
จ๊ณ ์จ ๋ชธ์ ์ฌ์๋๋ฌด ๋จ๋ฏ ํ๋๋ ๋์ ๊ฐ์ ์ฑ “๋๋๋ผใ ๋๋๋ผ” ํ์๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ์ ์๊ณ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง์
จ๋ค.
“ํ๋! ํ๋! ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ์ธ์. ๋์ ๋ ์ ํ๋! ์ด๊ฒ ์ฌ์ผ์ด๋!”
“์์ด๊ณ ๏ผํฐ์๋ฒ์ง ์ ์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ์ธ์!”
์์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ค๊ณผ ์น์ฒ๋ค์ด ๋ชฐ๋ ค์ ํ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ๋ฌด๋ฅด๊ณ ํ๋ค์ด ๊นจ์ ๋ค. ํํธ ๋ด ๋ง์์ ์์ธ๋ก ์ฐจ๋ถํ๊ณ ํ์ํ๋ค. ํ๋๋์ด ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ์ด๋ฃจ๋ง์ง ์ ๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ด ์์๋ค.
“์๏ผ์๋ฐฐ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค.’
์ ๋์ฌ๋์ ํ๋ง๋์ ์ผ์๊ฐ ์๋ํ๋ ๋ฐฉ ์์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. ๋๋
๊ทธ ๋ ์ฒ์์ผ๋ก ๋ถ์ ์๋ค์ด ์๊ถ(้ๆฌ)์ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด์๋ค. ํ๋๋์ ๊ฐํ ๋ฅ๋ ฅ์ด ๋ถ์ ์๋ค์ ์ ์ํ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ํ ์์ ์์ ๊น์ด ์ทจํด์๋ ์น์ฒ๋ค์ ํ๋ง๋๋ ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์ ์ ๋๊ฐ ์ฌ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฉํ๋ ์๋ฐฐํ๋ ๋ชจ์ต๋ง ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
“์๋ฉ.”
์๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ๋๋์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ๋์ ๋จ์ จ๋ค.
“๋ค๋ง์ณค๋?”
์จ ๋ชธ์ ํ์ด ๋ค ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ์ ๋งฅ์ด ํ๋ ค์๋ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์์ํ ๊ธฐ์ด์ ์ฐพ๋๋ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ง์ํ์ จ๋ค.
“์๊น ๋๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ค๊ณ ๋ฌ๋ ค๋ค์๋ ๊ทธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ด๋์ ์๋?’
“๋๊ฐ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ด์?”
“๋ด๊ฐ ๋ํ ์นผ๋ก ์น๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํค๊ฐ ๊ตฌ์ฒ์ด๋ ๋๊ณ ํฐ์ท์ ์ ๊ณ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๊ด์ฑ ๋๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ํฐ ์นผ์ ๋ค๊ณ ๋์๊ฒ๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค์ค๋ฉด์ ‘๋๋ ๋ด ๋ง์ ๋ค์ผ๋ผ’ ๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌด์์์ ์ด๋ ค๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ์ ์ํ๋๋ฐ ๋๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ด ์ ์์ ‘๋๋๋ผ ๋๋๋ผ’ ๊ฐ ๋์ค๋๋ผ.”
์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๋ง์ํ๋ ์๊ฐ์๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋๋ ค์์ด ๊ฐ๋ํ๋ค.
‘์ค๏ผํ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค. ์ฒ์ฌ์ฅ์ ๋ณด๋ด์ฃผ์ จ๊ตฐ์.’
์๋ฒ์ง๊ป ์ฐจ๊ทผ์ฐจ๊ทผ ๋ง์๋๋ ธ๋ค.
“์๋ฒ์ง๏ผ๊ทธ ๋ถ์ ํ๋๋์ด ๋ณด๋ด์ ์ฒ์ฌ์ฅ์ธ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์. ์ฒ์ฌ์ฅ ์ค์๋ ํ๋๋์ ๋ป์ ๊ฑฐ์ญํ๋ ์๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ์ฌํํ๋ ์ฒ์ฌ๋ ์๋ค๊ณ ํด์.”
์ด๊ณณ์ ๊ณณ์์ ์ฅ๋๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค.
“์ ๋งํ๋๋์ด ์๋๋ด.”
์์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ค์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ ์ฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ค์ธ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ค๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ์
จ๋ค. ๋๋ ๋๋ ค์ ๋จ๊ณ ๊ณ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ์๋กํด ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ด์๊ณ์ ํ๋๋์ ์ฆ๊ฑฐํ๋ค.
“์๋ฒ์ง ๋๋ ค์ํ์ง ๋ง์ธ์. ํ๋๋์ ๋ฏฟ์ผ์ธ์. ์ฒ์ฌ๋ ๋ถ์ ์๋ ์ฌํํด๋ ๋ฏฟ๋ ์๋ค์ ์งํค๊ณ ๋ณดํธํด ์ค ๋ต๋๋ค.”
์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๋ด ๋ง์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์ด์ จ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐค ์์๋์ ์์ ํ์ จ๋ค. ๋ง์น ๋ค๋ฉ์น์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ์์ ์ฌ์ธ์ ๋ถ๋ฅด์ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ์ด์๊ณ์ ์ฃผ๋๊ป์ ํ ๋จธ๋ ์ ์ฟ๋ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ง๋์ฃผ์ จ๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ์์๋์ ์์ ํ๋ ๊ทธ ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง์์ ์ด๋ ์ด ๋ ๋๊ณ ๊ด๋ช ์ด ์ฐพ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ดํ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋๋๊ฒ ๋ณํ๋์๋ค. ์ฐ์์ญ๋ฐฐ๋ก ์ฐ๋ค์๋ ๋ง๊ท์ ์ฌ๋ฌด์์ ์์ ํจ์ ์ป์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์ ์ฌ๋ ์ถ๋์๋ฐฐ๋ก ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ๋์๋ค.
๋๋ ๊ทธ ๋ ๋ฐค์ “๋ฏฟ๋ ์๋ค์๊ฒ๋ ์ด๋ฐ ํ์ ์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅด๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ํฌ๊ฐ ๋ด ์ด๋ฆ์ผ๋ก ๊ท์ ์ ์ซ์๋ด๋ฉฐ ์ ๋ฐฉ์ธ์ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋ฑ์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฌด์จ ๋
์ ๋ง์ค์ง๋ผ๋ ํด๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ์๋ํ๋ฉฐ ๋ณ๋ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ์์ ์น์ ์ฆ ๋์ผ๋ฆฌ๋ผ”(๋ง 16:17ใ18)๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง์ํ์ ์์๋์ ์ฝ์์ด ์ง๊ธ๋ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ์ด๋ฃจ์ด์ง๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๊นจ๋ซ๊ฒ ๋์๋ค. ํ๋๋์ ์ด์๊ณ์ ๋ค. ์ฃผ์ ๋ณต์์ ์ํ์ฌ ์ฃฝ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ฉด ์ฐ๋ค.
“๋๋ ค์ ๋ง๋ผ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋์ ํจ๊ป ํจ์ด๋ผ. ๋๋ผ์ง ๋ง๋ผ. ๋๋ ๋ค ํ๋๋์ด ๋จ์ด๋ผ. ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ฅผ ๊ตณ์ธ๊ฒ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ผ. ์ฐธ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ๋ฆฌ๋ผ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ก ๋์ ์๋ก์ด ์ค๋ฅธ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ผ.”
Chapter 2 Ineradicable Blessing
Episode 12 Salvation of an alcoholic father
In my arms there was a mighty power from God. My father sat down on the spot, his whole body trembling like an aspen tree, his eyes closed, and he said "lalala lalala" before collapsing.
There were two reasons why my father rejected the path of Christian faith. “I can't live without alcohol. And how can I go to church when I have to hold ancestral rites (memorial ceremonies) as the eldest son of the head family?”
My father's name is the character Choi (ๅด, high), Sang (็ธ, phase), and Gu (ๆฑ, request). When people called my father, they called him Sam (three)-gu (nine) instead of his first name. It was a nickname that came from the fact that he walks into a bar, orders three drinks, and goes around nine bars before returning home.
As if to alleviate his resentment, the drunken father took off his shirt and stood in the middle of the railroad with his arms wide open and shouting at the oncoming train. He used to scream “Kill me! kill me!”
When the train came to a sudden stop, my father grabbed the train engine driver by the neck and insisted on having his own way.
“Hey man! Why do you stop the train? Who are you, why do you stop the train and have it your way.”
It was after losing a case in a trial court that my father became addicted to alcohol. Alcohol was the enemy of our family. Every time I see my drinking father I was upset and resentful of my father.
On a cold winter day, I stood by the bar for hours, shivering, and waiting for my father. Whenever I ran into my friends in front of a bar, I felt ashamed and embarrassed, so I wanted to sink through the floor. The time I waited for my father was extremely agonizing. Even after being discharged from the military, I saw my father still addicted to alcohol, while my mother's faith grew more mature.
One day after working, my mother seemed exhausted, sighed and said,
“Your father says that Wednesday is the memorial service for grandma, so prepare for the memorial service on the market day tomorrow. I am very upset because I, a believer in Jesus, have to prepare food for the memorial ceremony.”
Tears welled up in my mother's eyes. I wanted to see the ancestral spirit, what the heck is the ancestral rite that makes my mother cry. I went in front of the well-preserved mortuary (funeral) tablet covered with sliding screen paper on the wall of the master bedroom. It has been there for too long, and the paper is covered and stained with fly droppings. When I uncovered the screen paper, I saw a well-preserved mortuary tablet. I suddenly remembered the pastor’s sermon.
When Abraham, the father of faith, was a teenager. Abraham's father, Terah was originally an idol manufacturer and worshipper. so he carried the idols hewn out of wood and went to the market to sell them. Abraham looked at them, but when there was no response, he said, “This is a dead god,” and smashed them all with a rod. So, later he was blessed by God.
I found out later, but it was not recorded in the Bible, and it was a story in the Apocrypha, the Pseudepigrapha. But, the preacher said, faith comes by hearing. As I recalled the words of the pastor, I made a firm decision. 'Yes, in order to become a source of blessing for my family, I must get rid of idols like Abraham did.'
I took out the mortuary tablets, tore them into pieces, ground them into powder with both hands, and threw them into the running stream. And only the cover of the ancestral tablet was veiled. When I thought of what would happen three days later on the day of my grandmother's memorial service, fear suddenly came over me.
I immediately went to the prayer house where Christians gather to pray and prayed under a pine tree for three days. I fasted and cried out to the Lord. I prayed and prayed. “God, please destroy the idolatry that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family.”
During prayer, I remembered Elijah, who fought against 850 false prophets, including four hundred fifty prophets of Baal and the four hundred prophets of Asherah. Believing that the God of Elijah was my God, I fasted and asked God for my father’s salvation.
At the end of the afternoon on the third day, while praying, the words of Isaiah 41:10 (NIV) came to my mind.
“So do not fear, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
Encouraged by these words, I made a firm decision and clenched my fists.
'Yes, God will help me.'
My faith became bold, and my whole body felt as light as a feather. At sunset, I came down from the mountain and went straight to the church.
“Pastor, please let’s go to my house and lead the memorial service.”
When I told the pastor what had happened, he was surprised. The pastor and I knelt together and prayed earnestly.
“O Lord, please help us.”
Around 10:00 p.m., I brought the pastor and seven church members to my house. The floor and the yard were occupied by relatives of non-believers. When my church group entered the place where uncles and other relatives gathered, the relatives started to mutter. In a word, it is unlucky to see Jesus freaks on the day of the ancestral rite.
Inside the room, my father, dressed in a white robe, was setting a table for ancestral rites. His face already looked slightly drunk. At that time, I saw a knife in front of my father. For a moment, my eyes were dazzled.
‘If my father found out that the ancestral tablet was gone, he would kill me with that knife… Lord, help me.’
The courage I had until entering the main gate was no longer to be found, my chest shrank and my legs trembled.
“It is time to bow down now, so all men please come into the room.”
All the men entered the room and stood in order. I stood in the living room with the pastor. My father went to the wall and opened the sliding screen (window) paper covering the mortuary tablet. I was nervous and felt like I stopped breathing for a moment. “Oh no, where is the mortuary tablet?”
My father yelled with a pale blue face when he couldn't see the mortuary tablet that was supposed to be inside the window paper.
“You, bastard!”
My father's eyes stared at me full of homicidal looks. My father instinctively realized that I was the one who removed the tablets. Without a doubt my father's eyes turned to the knife and I reflexively screamed,
“Lord! Lord!”
At that moment, I felt strong energy through my whole body, both feet and both hands. Unconsciously, I jumped from the living room into the ceremony room. It was obvious that I would get stabbed if I stood in front of my father, so I went behind him and held my father's shoulders with both hands.
“Father, sit down!”
I felt a strong force coming from God on my arm. My father slumped down on the spot. His whole body trembling like an aspen tree. His eyes closed.
He said "La la la~ La la la," and fell unconscious.
"Brother! brother! Calm down. Open your eyes, brother! What is going on?”
“Oh, wake up, uncle!”
My uncles and relatives came to wake me up by massaging and shaking his arms and legs. Meanwhile, my heart was unexpectedly calm and peaceful. I was certain that my heavenly father was with me.
"Come on, let's worship." At the words of the pastor, the room, which had been in chaos for an instant, became quiet. t was then that for the first time I saw unbelievers
were overmastered by the Holy spirit. The mighty power of God overpowered the unbelievers.
Relatives who were deeply intoxicated with the Korean native religion (shamanism, Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism) could not say a word and just looked at the worshipers in a daze like people who just zoned out for a moment.
"Amen."
After the worship service, my father opened his eyes as if he had waited.
“Are you done?”
My father, who had lost all strength in his body and was weak, gradually regained his energy and looked around and said in a low voice.
“Where is the man who rushed to kill me earlier?”
“Who tried to kill you, father?”
“I was about to strike you with the nut-knife, but suddenly a man four feet tall, dressed in white, with a radiant face came running at me with a large sword and said, ‘Listen to me,’ but I was so scared that I begged for help, but
‘la la la la la la’ came out of my mouth without my awareness.”
My father's face was full of fear even at the moment he spoke.
‘Oh, thank God. You sent the archangel.'
I explained to my father step by step.
“Father, I think he is the archangel sent by God. It is said that among the archangels who act on behalf of God, there are angels of Judgement who carry out God's judgment. My relatives muttered “It seems there is really a living God.”
My uncles went back to their homes, saying that the ancestral rites would no longer be possible.
I comforted my father who was trembling in fear and testified of the living God.
“Father, don't be afraid. Believe in God. Angels of judgment protect believers.”
My father nodded at me and accepted Jesus as his Savior that night. Just as the Lord called Saul on the road to Damascus, the living God met my father on the day of my grandmother's ancestral rite.
On the day my father accepted Jesus, the darkness left my family and the light came. Since that day, my family has changed dramatically.
After being freed from the snare of the devil, oppressed by idolatry, all ancestral ceremonies were turned to Christian memorial services.
That night I see that Jesus' word is still true today as in Mark 16:17-18 “ And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues. they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well” (NIV).
God is alive. If you are willing to die for the gospel of the Lord, you will live.
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