Luke 2:36-38
There was also a prophet, Anna the daughter of
Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was of a great age, having lived with her
husband for seven years after her marriage, then as a widow to the age of
eighty-four. She never left the temple but worshipped there with fasting and
prayer night and day. At that moment she came, and began to praise God and
to speak about the child to all who were looking for the redemption of
Jerusalem.
New
day
Praise to you for snow that blows and glistening white
mornings. Praise to you for the sun, bright with promise in the endless blue. Praise
for the joy of walking a winter path that leads always to you.
Praise for the new day kissed with light and for the
joy of basking in sun spots that warm the heart with knowing … you.
This is a day for praise. Today, we know the joy of
seeing the child of your favor.
Anna sees and praises. She raises her old lady voice
and looks across the centuries, lifting her arms to direct our song of wonder
and hope, of love and praise for the God who comes to favor us.
We need to praise more than anything else. The world
is too much with us, in us, on us. Our hearts become laden with troubles near
and far.
But the child of God’s favor has come. He breaks every
power of sorrow or fear that would steal our joy. So surrender every trouble and
worry to him. Lift your head, raise your arms to sky and join Anna’s song.
This is the song of saints and angels, the song of
every soul who has ached to know the Love for which they were born. It is a
song of laughter and unbridled happiness.
“Do not fear. Do not fear,” It goes. "Love is your day
and Love your future. Love is your present and Love the light of each tomorrow.”
The child of God’s favor shines with the light of a
new day that shall not end. Ever.
So lift your heart and join the song of the blessed. Your
praise will chase away every sorrow. Your joy will crush the worries that bind
you. Your voice will cast out demons of doubt and fear.
And all that will remain is the joy of basking in the light
of a new day.
Pr.
David L. Miller
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