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Luke 24:13-35
There is this article in the writings of poet Ahn Do-hyeon. (Sermon according to the Bible course 2011)
“When I read poetry, I sometimes come across unfamiliar names of trees or flowers. When you meet a flower name you hear for the first time, you can guess the flowering time, color, and shape of the flower by looking at the context before and after, but until you see the flower with your own eyes, you are not happy at all. How many other flowers do not reveal their identity even after looking through the botanical encyclopedia? But I don't know if you know the bursting joy of seeing the flowers you meet in the city.
Cornflower, honeysuckle, honeysuckle, honeysuckle, pomegranate flower, plentiful herb, jacaranda flower, ragweed flower, daughter-in-law, ragweed, water bongseon… … . I met these names first in the city and only later could I see them face to face. The same is true for verses.
The first time I read Park Yong-rae's poems was when I was 17 years old.
'Sister, on the way to autumn, Gujeolcho, Maddy Maddy, fluttering love
At the foot of Mt. Buso, my hometown, love that blooms in streams
I remember taking the root and taking it as medicine
When a Schoolgirl Calls Margaret
summer hat shading hidden flower
Even if I put it on a buttonhole, I can put it in instead of a hairpin, my love
Fall equinox where the fox cries, love that blooms where the goblin has fallen
My sister, on the road to autumn, Maddy Maddy, tears of love.'
But I didn't know the flower. As indicated in the poem, I was only guessing that it must be a flower that blooms in autumn, or a flower that has an innocent and sad feeling. I didn't know Gujeolcho and only liked poetry. It was twenty years later that I saw Gujeolcho. It wasn't that I couldn't meet the flowers because they were precious, it was that they didn't come to me because I was indifferent. One early autumn day, when I met Gujeolcho, which was blooming in a group on a mountainside, I decided to write a poem of repentance.
by the title.
‘Mugwort and Gujeolcho
with you who can't tell the difference
Have you ever walked this field?
From now on, I am cut off from you.’
Since then, I have been completely separated from myself, who is so ignorant of the names of flowers and trees. I have another confession to make. There was a time when names such as Birch, Ash, and Yeongsanhong were used in poetry because I liked them so much that I had never seen them with my own eyes. Misusing flowers without knowing what they are, and abusing them because they like trees. But these days, when I write poetry, I always have a Korean dictionary and a botanical encyclopedia next to me. To apologize to the flowers and to the trees.”
Poet Ahn Do-hyeon repents after revealing his shameful past. I confess that I lived a life that was just rough with no spiritual sensitivity. It seems that I understand it well, and of course I know everything, but I sincerely confess to the shame that I did not meet and accept it in my heart.
Let's think about it this way.
How well can children understand their parents?
And how much can parents understand their children?
I'm worried that maybe we, too, have lived just like that, thinking that we know about children in general and parents in general. I don't know if they are children and parents who meet and remember faces, know clothes, hobbies, strengths and weaknesses, but still remain as strangers.
Are we not the ones who have lived by listening to our parents' words with the back of our ears thinking that they are always like that? In my judgment that my parents will be like this, I look back to see if we are the ones who have set their limits at will.
We talked so hard that the resurrected Jesus was with us, but it didn't matter. Finally, the risen Lord asks.
"What are you talking about as you walk down the street?"
Then they stopped walking with a sad expression on their faces. My heart is so stuffy that I stop and Globa answers.
"If you were a man who stayed in Jerusalem and did not know what had happened there in the last few days of the fortress, where else is there besides you?"
Jesus asks.
"What's going on?"
They take it seriously.
“It is about Jesus of Nazareth. He was a prophet who showed great power in what he said and said before God and before all the people. But the high priests and the leaders of our people turned him over to a magistrate to be sentenced to death by crucifixion. We were hoping that He was the one who would save Israel, but He had already been executed, and moreover, it has been three days since that happened.
But some women among us took us by surprise. They went to the tomb at dawn and found his body missing. Not only that, but angels appeared and told him that He was alive. So some of our companions went to the tomb, but it was as the women had said, and he did not see it."
So Jesus tells us.
"You are also foolish! Is it so hard to believe all that the prophets have spoken? Shouldn't Christ have to suffer like that before he can be glorified?"
Jesus then gave an account of Him in the entire Bible, including the Law of Moses and all the Prophets.
On the road to Emmaus, the Lord's teachings continued to warm our hearts on the sunny road. We finally arrived at Emmaus. Jesus acted as if he wanted to go further. These disciples beg.
"It's late and it's dinner time, so stay here with us."
So Jesus went into the house to stay with them. Jesus sat down together at the table, took bread, gave thanks, broke it, and shared it. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized Jesus, but Jesus had already disappeared.
These are the disciples who thought they knew everything about Jesus. I thought I could understand Jesus. Clopas' wife was with Mary the mother of Jesus when Jesus was crucified.
But neither knew nor understood. I knew and understood my thoughts and my own will. Eventually, these two disciples arrived at Emmaus because they did not know Jesus. They did not recognize Jesus even though they experienced their hearts burning on the road.
Finally, when the sacrament was distributed at the table, the disciples' eyes were opened and they recognized the Lord. We also celebrate the Lord's Supper every Sunday. Our eyes must be opened so that we can see the Lord.
Life is on the way to somewhere.
Whether I walk in despair because my dreams, expectations, and hopes are broken, or I meet the Lord and walk toward a new life, I am on the road. You should be able to clearly answer the question of whether you are on the way to a living. I shouldn't think that walking looks ok if everyone is walking.
Roughly recited wildflowers and trees do not fit into the life of a true poet.
You cannot love your parents with a rough understanding of parents in general.
You have to really meet and accept life. You must have the joy of wandering through the fields and mountains with a botanical encyclopedia and dictionary.
You can truly love when you can truly embrace your parents inside of you, rather than listening to them with your ears and answering in vain.
Our eyes are D when the risen Lord comes into us through the sacrament. For eternal life, we must walk with faith that the risen Lord is with us.