Title: Worth the Sacrifice
You can guess what life will be like after you spend all the money you bring. As in the story of the novel, the husband became sickly due to excessive drinking and could not afford to take responsibility for the family economy, so the pressure of having to take care of the mouths of 13 people alone was probably a battle every day. At this time, fortunately, he believed in God and was comforted and endured.
After I got married, my mother always showed her prayers and devotion to her children. Even after my eldest son, who is growing up, built a factory in Gunsan, where his parents live, and became affordable, even at my current age, a couple of 10 siblings, 23 grandchildren, and nearly 40 family members made and fed their own meals when they came every holiday. was pleased with
I always prepared a table by hand for my unbelieving or weak children, daughter-in-law and grandchildren, and always started with prayer, and I was always thirsty while sitting at a generous table at the thought of my mother-in-law who had suffered and passed away. Even my sickly and authoritarian father eventually became an elder
As the eldest son's business prospered, all four sons and four brothers joined the business, and after nearly 20 years of working in a factory that exports in Gunsan, around 1988, the export went bankrupt and was in danger of going bankrupt. I made my daughters unite and pray like a general who leads the way. In the end, they sold the factory site to avoid bankruptcy, but as the four brothers dispersed, dissatisfaction arose between them. The mother set up a table for the four daughters-in-law and six daughters who were living in Seoul and Gunsan, and set up a table by hand. He called them together, appealed with tears, and prayed for them. When the brotherhood is broken, the daughters-in-law say that they will not be able to close their eyes even if they die.
Mother also always felt heartbroken thinking of her mother-in-law who passed away during hardship, and on Memorial Day at the end of December, she went shopping before the daughters-in-law came, prepared food by hand, prayed together, and told us with tears that her grandmother died because she could not eat well. My father passed away 9 years ago and I am alone. After joining the house of my eldest son, I am said to be a burden for my eldest daughter-in-law. He was reckless, saying that even if we did this, we would do the filial piety that we could not do.
When grandchildren and daughters-in-law accidentally gave pocket money, they would give thanks and then take off their tithes, put them in the bookmarks of the Bible, and donate them. Through my father-in-law, I get up at 4:30 in the morning and spend a couple of hours praying, including the names of many grandchildren. Also, although my husband must have been very harassed by my husband's excessive drinking when I was young, I took great care of my father after he became an elder in his 60s. It was nevertheless love, which Dr. Han Wan-sang always emphasized.
Even though you didn't go to elementary school, the words of reading, quoting, and praying the Bible always put us to shame. When I was 84 years old, my second son got married and was doing house repairs before moving in, and while passing by, I took him in and asked for worship, but the house was empty, so the Bible and hymns were not ready. I did.
After living separately for several decades, after my father passed away, I reunited with my eldest family, and there was a bit of a conflict between the father and mother. If I was upset, I told them to move to this son or that son. I just have to put up with myself, but he refused because he didn't want to shave my eldest son's face. You are receiving Hyosung to your heart's content and relying on it. You don't treat your husband recklessly because you're having a hard time, and he takes care of him until he dies. The 10 siblings naturally show the utmost devotion to their father and mother.
Putting aside your greed and pleasure, I have always been diligently teasing my body for my family. Seeing my mother who was healthy but deaf and dizzy due to old age, my youngest sibling, who is playful, calls her ?쐎ur shell??whenever she sees her. . Because of this kind of mother, the brothers and sisters could not get along with each other as they ate with their mothers in groups of 20 to 30 people each holiday season.
This must be the value of Mother's sacrifice.
Even though God did not see our sins and sacrificed his precious Son, he wanted us to be saved and born again, but we are still living in a world full of sin. Still, the value of Jesus' sacrifice remains a torch of salvation for over 2,000 years, becoming a role model for constantly being forgiven and determined to become a new person.
We cannot be underestimated by the standard of 00 remuneration by living comfortably in return for that sacrifice. It should be respected and respected. In front of the cost of sacrifice, we can't just raise our heads and shout our claims. I have to think carefully about whether I deserve it. I must be able to confidently present my arguments through handwriting, candlelight, education, and discussion by constantly examining whether I have taken good care of my family, whether I have respected my parents, whether I have been faithful to my job, or whether I have dedicated myself to the country. If you haven't achieved anything yet, I hope you can make some sacrifices a little bit later and spread it out strong. In front of the sacrifice of Jesus, the sacrifice of our parents, and the sacrifice of our seniors, we must bow our heads politely and try to learn the sacrifice.
My mother was in good health when I was asked to prepare the sermon today as a member of the Women's Mission, but after attending church on the last Sunday last month, she gave up the prayer cord and sometimes showed symptoms of dementia. He is preparing to go to heaven just like a grain of wheat rots to germinate. Fortunately, since last year, I have made a habit of praying at dawn with the determination to follow in my mother's footsteps and become the heir of prayer. Every time I see my mother with only an empty shell left, I become deeply immersed in her sacrifice and her faith.
I will pray.
Heavenly Father!
How much of a child did you give your precious son as a sacrifice? Help us to remember the suffering of Jesus when we are well or in trouble, so that we can be humble and see hope in the depths of despair just as you raised Jesus. Help us to realize early that it is really fleeting to pursue the pleasures of the world when we are young or well-off, and let our descendants live a life that can feel the value of the sacrifice. I pray in the name of Jesus.