Jesus Isn't Decaf (By Naomi Meyers)

The eavesdropping had been quite unintentional. She hadn’t even known she could. Not anymore. Her hearing wasn’t what it used to be. Nor was the rest of her body. Her eyesight had dimmed. Her hands were frail. Her feet were feeble. She moved much more slowly than she had when she first came to the temple. Back then, she had floated around the sanctuary on nimble feet, a lithe woman full of grace. More than eight decades of time had made changes to her physical body. Decades of prayer had made changes in her soul. She was no longer the brokenhearted girl who had come to find peace in the temple and never left. After decades spent in the presence of God, Anna was different, inside and out.  

Only seven years of marriage had passed before her husband’s death. It was too soon. The future she had dreamed and planned came to a sudden, disastrous halt. His untimely demise and her sudden, precarious place in society brought Anna to the temple. It was the only place she could feel a semblance of comfort, a modicum of peace, an ounce of joy. She felt safe there. Like she belonged. Perhaps she always meant to stay. Maybe it just happened. Either way, Anna became a permanent fixture. Day and night, she could be found there worshipping, praying, fasting. She embodied the yet unspoken words of the coming Messiah. “Ask and keep asking.” She lived the truths that would later be encapsulated in the Apostle Paul’s letters. “Even when you don’t see what you are hoping for, keep hoping, keep praying, keep believing. Because hope in God, faith in His promises, will never leave you disappointed.” Anna knew hope. She lived it. Daily. Prayed it. Constantly. Spent every day in the awareness that Jesus, the Messiah, the hope of salvation for fallen mankind, was coming. She hoped it would be in her lifetime. (Matthew 7:7; Romans 5:5; 8:25; Isaiah 7:4; 9:6)   

Simeon had an actual promise of that. The Holy Spirit had come, giving him a promise. He wouldn’t die before Jesus was born. Woudn’t go to his heavenly reward before he had met the Messiah. It must have been wonderful to have that assurance, that promise. A place to rest your hope and anchor your faith. Certainty like Abraham had that the God who promised would also perform. Anna didn’t have that. She didn’t have a personal promise on which to stand. She had hope. Hope that she would still be alive to see the goodness of God in the form of the promised Messiah while she was in the land of the living. It was something she prayed for. God’s kingdom on earth. His Messiah to come. She believed it would happen. She wanted it to be alive to see it. She waited expectantly for that day. (Luke 2:25-35; Romans 4:20-21; Matthew 6:10)

Perhaps that anticipatory spirit was what made her aging ears overhear the words Simeon was saying to the couple standing in the temple. Maybe it was the picture of Simeon holding a child in his arms that made her walk that direction. More likely, it was the perfect timing of the God, who plans every single detail of our lives, that brought Anna to be standing within earshot of the tiny huddle when Simeon made his joyous announcement. This child was Jesus. The Messiah. The Prince of Peace. He had come. In Anna’s lifetime.  

Her heart leapt within her at the sight of the Child and the words that burst from Simeon’s lips. This moment was everything she had hoped for and more. Her prayers, fervent pleadings of a heart desperate to see Jesus, had been answered. Her faith, based on the unwavering belief that God would keep His word, had not been misplaced. Though her aging body was unable to physically do the dancing, Anna’s soul was doing somersaults. Praise and thanksgiving erupted from lips. She couldn’t stop the flow. Whether or not she was supposed to share the news, she did. With everyone she met. Everyone who had been expectantly waiting, hoping, praying, believing that God would make good on His promise to send a Messiah to rescue them. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face, the light from her eyes, or the worship from welling up and verbally overflowing. She didn’t even try. (Luke 2:36-40)

There is something about answered prayers, fulfilled promises, sighted faith, that loosens our lips. Those miracles are what we talk about. The fulfillment of our requests. The proof of God’s power. The fruit of our faith. It has always been that way. The healed leper Jesus told to keep his story quiet didn’t do it. He told the story. Not the one about how long he waited, the pains of his illness, his waning hope, or wavering faith. No. He talked about his answer. So did the deaf and mute man, Jesus gifted hearing and speech. He surely had a million things he wanted to say, a story to tell. He’d had years to think, hope, pray. Yet when his tongue was loosened, when the words flowed freely, they were words about a miracle, not about the waiting, the hope, the faith, the painfulness of wondering when the answer was coming. (Mark 1:40-45; 7:31-37)

Anna was the same. She, too, had a story. She had spent 84 years in the temple. Watching. Waiting. Praying. Hoping. Fasting. Worshipping. Yet the Bible tells her story in three short verses. There had to be more to tell. More to say. More to know about the woman who, with no personal promise from an angel or the Holy Spirit, waited in prayer and hope and faith for more than eight decades without seeing the answer. The woman who, with no sight of the fulfilled promise on the horizon, still worshipped. That was Anna. As her body began to show signs of aging, she worshipped. When it seemed her faith would never be realized, her hope was misplaced, she worshipped. When everything seemed lost, and it appeared she would not live to see the miracle of God in human flesh, she worshipped. The temptation to give in to defeat, discouragement, and disappointment must have threatened a thousand times, but Anna never succumbed. Instead, she worshipped. And it became her story. 

 You see, all we know about Anna is all we need to know. Anna worshipped. She suffered tragedy and sorrow, but came out worshipping. She looked disappointment and discouragement in the face and kept worshipping. She lived with the knowledge that her faith might never result in physical sight, yet while she waited, she could still be found worshipping. No matter her circumstances, Anna’s response then was, her reputation now is, to worship. The posture of her heart in every situation was worship. Could the same be said for you? 

As you linger in hopeful prayer and tentative faith for the thing you have been praying about, asking for, and waiting on, are you filling the silence with worship? When faced with disappointment and distress, does your heart take on an attitude of worship? When the answer arrives, your faith becomes sight, the miracle is given, do you respond in worship? In gratitude? In explosive praise? Or do you take your answer for granted and bemoan that the next thing on your list of wants and wishes hasn’t yet occurred? Does your worship include telling everyone who will listen about the greatness of your God? Do you worship Him with your words, your actions, your life? Even in the waiting? Is your response in every situation, your reputation among friends and family, coworkers and neighbors, one of worship? For what God has done. For what He will do. For the hope in His eternal promise to give good gifts to His children. No matter your circumstances, are you still worshipping? Even in the waiting? (Psalm 27:14; 34:1; 105:2; Lamentations 3:25-26; I Thessalonians 5:17-18; Hebrews 13:15; Philippians 4:4; Matthew 7:11; James 1:17; Isaiah 12:4; I Chronicles 16:9; Ephesians 5:19)