Anna, waiting, heart beating in anticipation.
Anna, waiting, did not leave the temple.
Anna, praising and worshiping, looking forward, waiting.
Waiting for a Savior.
I hope you made it back for week two of our Upside-Down Advent. We spent two days blanketed by snow, curled up next to the Christmas tree watching snowflakes dance to the ground. It felt as if it was some sort of prelude for the days to come. A holy hush fell over the Wilderness Place; eyes were drawn to the window, waiting and watching the sky.
Advent, a season of waiting, a period of anticipation. It is a season building to the most magnificent crescendo, The Messiah. God in human form, a babe in a manger, walking among us. Living, breathing, beckoning us to Him. Teaching, and leading.
“There was also a prophetess, Anna, a daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was well along in years, having lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, and was a widow for eighty-four years. She did not leave the temple serving God night and day with fasting and prayers.
At that very moment, she came up and began to thank God and to speak about him to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem.” Luke 2:36-38 (CSB)
I looked up waiting in the dictionary:
“1. a period of waiting; pause, interval, or delay. 2. serving or being in attendance. 3. in waiting, in attendance, as upon a royal personage.
Anna did waiting well, pausing her life, eighty-four years, serving God with fasting and prayer, waiting for the day royalty entered the temple. Anna did all these things, pausing her life, serving in attendance, waiting for a royal king. Eighty-four years.
We live in a society where waiting has gone by the wayside, pausing our lives has become non-existent. Daily serving God is an inconvenience, at best our leftovers. It is safe to say showing up for Sunday morning worship is low on our priority list, given the fact we can choose a feel-good message on the interwebs rather than physically attending a service where our hearts may get a bit squeezed. Everything we think we need comes with a mere touch on a screen.
We wait for nothing and Anna, Anna waits, gazing ahead for The Savior. Anna waits eighty-four years.
We serve ourselves rather than serving the king of Kings. We place our orders and they are delivered near to the speed of light. But to wait eighty-four years for The Light is beyond us. We simply cannot spare the time.
Isn’t The Light of the world everything?
What in this unholy world needs to change in our hearts in this season of waiting?
Gifts of Grace
In case you missed it, you can find Week One, of Upside Down Advent here.
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I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.