{"id":573,"date":"2026-01-30T12:27:55","date_gmt":"2026-01-30T03:27:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/primitivechristianitystudy.org\/?p=573"},"modified":"2026-02-01T18:34:23","modified_gmt":"2026-02-01T09:34:23","slug":"first-luke-%e2%91%a4-reunion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/primitivechristianitystudy.org\/?p=573","title":{"rendered":"First Luke \u2465 Reunion"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u21d2\u65e5\u672c\u8a9e\u30da\u30fc\u30b8\u306f\u3053\u3061\u3089\u3092\u30af\u30ea\u30c3\u30af\u3057\u3066\u306d\uff01<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In front of the doorway stood the fig mulberry tree, just as it always had.
It was the tree little Dina used to climb and play in when she was a child.
Once, she slipped and fell from it\u2014but she never told her parents.
She was afraid they might forbid her from climbing it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Many anemone flowers were blooming nearby.
They were Dina\u2019s mother\u2019s favorite flowers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dina and Luke looked at each other in front of the strong wooden door.
A bronze decoration, made by Dina\u2019s father long ago, was fixed to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother and son took a deep breath.
The gentle buzzing of bees lingered in their ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFather\u2026 Mother\u2026\u201d Dina called out.
There was no answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gathering her courage, she opened the wooden door and stepped inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cool air wrapped around them, soft and calm.
It took a moment for their eyes to grow used to the dim light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A man was sitting alone at the wooden table.
He stood up slowly and looked at Dina and Luke without speaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dina spoke in a quiet voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFather\u2026 I\u2019m home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A voice came from the man, as if squeezed from deep inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDina!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her father rushed to her and pulled her into his arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDina! Oh, Dina! Dina!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFather\u2026 I\u2019ve come home,\u201d Dina said.
\u201cTo you, to Mother, and to my God.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy daughter\u2026 my daughter,\u201d her father said, holding her tightly.
\u201cYou came back. You truly came back.
Thank you, Jehovah. Thank you.
To be able to call my daughter\u2019s name again\u2014there is no greater joy than this.
\u2026But Dina\u2026 your mother\u2026 your mother has gone.
Rachel has gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dina grasped her father\u2019s hands and cried out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you mean\u2026?
Mother has gone\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her father repeated softly, like a broken echo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour mother has gone.
She waited for you for so long\u2026
No\u2026 she has not truly gone.
She has come back with you today.
You look so much like her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dina collapsed to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She had always believed her parents would live forever.
That they would always be there.
The thought that her mother was gone\u2014that she would never see her again\u2014felt impossible.
It could not be true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMother\u2026 I\u2019m sorry.
Mother\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry.
Why\u2026 why did this happen?
I thought I would see you again.
I want to see you\u2026 I want to see you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Luke had no words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In front of the great mystery of death, people can do nothing.
It is like standing before a thick wall that cannot be moved even a millimeter.
Before it, people lose not only their strength\u2014but even the power to think\u2014and can only stand still.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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