Now there was one, Anna, a prophetess, the
daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was of a great age, and had
lived with a husband seven years from her virginity; and this woman was a widow
of about eighty-four years, who did not depart from the temple, but served God
with fastings and prayers night and day. And coming in that instant she gave
thanks to the Lord, and spoke of Him to all those who looked for redemption in
Jerusalem. – Luke 2.36-38
We get to meet one more ‘minor character’ in Luke’s gospel
before we move on to the life of Christ in earnest.
Here we read of Anna the prophetess. She was old. Depending
on how we read the passage she was either 84, or had been a widow for 84 years.
She might have been over 100. Either way she was really, really old considering
when she lived.
I think most people today would have considered Anna a bit
odd. She was that sweet old lady who was always at the Temple fasting and
praying and talking about Messiah coming. I think most of us can think of
someone like this. I remember a little old lady when we lived on Hillsboro Road
in Huntsville back in the late 60s. She went to the nearby Baptist church and
she called by every Saturday to visit us and invite us kids to Sunday School. If
mom wasn’t home we used to hide from her. But there she was week after week
after week. She had a burden for that houseful of kids. I am certain in retrospect
that she backed up those visits with prayer.
That is kind of how I have always imagined Anna. The sweet
old lady who, every time you went to the Temple would say something like ‘Did
you know Messiah the Redeemer is coming?’
The Temple workers knew about her – she was the only lady
who spent all day fasting and praying. She had lived a long time and had been
doing this forever. I am sure the naysayers would have wondered why she stayed
at it.
But suddenly it all changed! She ‘just happened’ to come in
when Jesus was in the Temple. ‘He is here! Messiah had brought redemption to
us!
Praise God for Anna’s faithful ministry of fasting and
prayer. Ministry is not always at the battlefront. It is not always in the
pulpit. It is rarely in the limelight. May each of us be challenged by her
example.
And lest I forget - praise God for that dear sweet saint on Hillsboro Road who kept up a faithful and thankless ministry to six little Parrow children.