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4 February 2007
"Crazy Anna"
A sermon
for Epiphany 4
Preached
by Tricia
Anderson - Reader at St. Andrew's Church
28
January 2007
I’ve just
come from the supermarket, and you should see
the headlines in the papers. The tabloids are
screaming things like:
But one I
like particularly is
How do they
get away with all this rubbish? It’s not as if
they even know Anna. As for me, I’ve known her
all my life. She lived near my Mum when they
were little girls and they’ve always been close
friends. She’s such a lovely lady - her name
means ‘grace’, and that’s just her through and
through - grace-ful. Though she hasn’t had an
easy life.
Like my Mum,
and most other girls, she married when she was
about 14/15. She had 2 or 3 babies, but they
didn’t live very long. People say that if a
woman is barren, or her children don’t live to
grow up, there’s something wrong with the woman.
I’m not so sure about that. After all, Anna’s
husband only lived for 7 years after their
marriage, and for the last 4/5 he was very
sickly. Mum told me that he just faded away.
Towards the end, he couldn’t even sit up, let
alone stand. I don’t know whether Anna was just
worn down from looking after him and the babies,
or whether she’d loved him so much that she
couldn’t bear to marry again. Whatever, she
chose a religious life of chastity, prayer and
fasting. She’s lived in a little room in the
grounds of the Temple, for all these years, and
developed her gifts of prophecy and ministry.
Mum and me, and her other friends and family,
have made sure she didn’t starve, or lack
clothing. When I was little, Mum often used to
send me with a little flour and oil, and Anna
was always pleased to see me. She told me that
I’d have a much longer marriage than hers, and
that I would have a brood of healthy children. I
don’t know how she knew, but she was right.
Anyway, she’s now 84, and all those journalists
want to make out she’s ‘dotty’ or 'crazy'. Shows
how much they know.
There must
have been times when she felt lonely or downcast
or frightened, but somehow she always seemed to
know that God was with her, and that he would
look after her. How I wish I could be like that.
I know I should be. Think of all the times in
the Scriptures, especially in the Psalms, when
we’re told about how much God loves and cares
for us. If only we all truly believed that God’s
promises were enough to get us through the
difficult times. But somehow through the good
times and the bad, Anna held onto her faith. She
firmly expected to see the Messiah, God’s
Anointed One.
And despite
all the cynicism of the journalists, I think she
has. When that baby was brought to the Temple,
yesterday , to be presented to the Lord, as the
Law says, she recognised something special. I
don’t know what it was, but the other old
person, the old man, Simeon, who had been
promised that he would see the Messiah before he
died, he saw it, too. That’s why I like the
headline:
BABY GETS
SILVER THUMBS UP
There, in
the Temple, 2 holy people, who also happen to be
old, recognised something from God when they saw
that baby. Simeon responded by predicting that
this would be no kingly Messiah, freeing us from
the Roman occupation, but someone who will be
the centre of storm and controversy, and that he
will have to tread the path of suffering along
with us. Doesn’t sound like a happy ever after
ending, does it?
But I’m with
Anna. She gave thanks to God and then talked
about the baby to everyone who would listen. She
wanted to spread the good news. Do we?
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