Sunday, December 24, 2006

Anna the Prophet

Anna, The Prophet
by Ivan J. Kauffman (He Was Here, Brazos Press, 2000).

The prophet is old and stooped over, her face covered with wrinkles, like Mother Teresa. He eyes are bright and clear, like a child's. She is beaming with excitement and obviously has something important to tell us. Her voice is quiet and peaceful, but also convinced and powerful. As she speaks she constantly looks up, seaching for the next word, which produces gaps in her speech, as age as produced gaps in her teeth. The boundary between the present and the eternal has long ago begun to dissolve for her.

The Biblical Account of Jesus' Pesentation in the Temple:

"When the days were completed for their purification according to the law of Moses, they took him up to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord.

There was also a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was advanced in years, having lived seven years with her husband after her marriage, and then as a widow until she was eighty-four.

She never left the temple, but worshiped night and day with fasting and prayer.

And coming forward at that very time, she gave thanks to God and spoke about the chld to all who were awaiting the redemption of Jerusalem." Luke 2:22, 36-38.


ANNA THE PROPHET

He's here!
What we're waiting for.

His parents came to the temple this morning!
Cutest little thing!

Every baby, we always wondered, is this the one?
Then we'd say, "Maybe the next one."

The Roman's told us to stop.
They said, "We're it. Get used to it."

But all they had was soldiers, what could they do?
Make work for the grave diggers.
If that's all there is, why bother?
We don't need more dead bodies to bury.

We need people to pray.
It's the only thing that works.

I'm eighty-four years old.
People ask me why I don't give up.
I say, "I'm waiting."
They say, "What for."
I say, "The same thing you are."

That's why you can't get on a train if you don't have a ticket.
You wouldn't know when to get off.

People don't understand that.

They say, "What you see is what you get."
But what you see is what you're lookin' for.

Forget about the pie-in-the-sky-by-and-by stuff.
Dreams never turn out the way we think.

There's got to be real babies.
Somebody you can feel their heart beat.
Change their diapers.

People who pray understand.
The others mostly stand around and argue.

Who ever changed anything arguing?
The prayers, they're up to Yahweh,
Who knows what Yahweh can do?

That should make even the sourpusses happy.

Well, it's time for me to go now.
But you--you stay and have a party.

Sing a lot,
Kiss the girls,
Be happy.

It's gonna be a great time.


Merry Christmas, friends. Enjoy the party.

Mwah!

Mair

9 comments:

Paula said...

Thanks Sistie. Grasping for the Holy tonight. Longing to touch Him. To worship the Great I Am. And He showed me how I was making it harder than it is. And I found Him in the simplicity.

Loving you tonight so much that it kind-a bursts inside and fills up my empty places.

Wishing you a beautiful celebration of the Savior.

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas, my beautiful friend!! praying great blessing on you and yours! I love you Claudia Mair!!

Candy said...

Merry Christmas Mair!!

Anonymous said...

Mair-y Christmas Claudia!!

Anonymous said...

Have very Blessed and Happy Christmas Season Mair...and abundant prosperity in 2007.

Nancy

Anonymous said...

Have very Blessed and Happy Christmas Season Mair...and abundant prosperity in 2007.

Nancy

Anonymous said...

Bit of a prophtess yourself, I think. Bless you this Christmas season and may you have many epiphanies in the New Year.

kemcain@sbcglobal.net said...

Wow!! I came across this page while researching Anna, what a Joy to discover such a great new and Blessed site. He truly is the Reason for this and ALL Seasons. May His Love fill you and keep you always. There's a bright and prosperous New Year in 2007.

His Too, Kem

Sigrun said...

Such a blessing, these two poems. We sometimes do make life far too complicated, don't we?

I was just thinking lately about my Grade 11 or 12 final essay. (We don't talk about sophomores, juniors, etc. here in Canada in high school or college.) The essay topic one of those years was something along the lines of "Does education make people happier?"

I remember thinking about it for a while and then deciding to take the negative position. I'm probably overeducated. Then I sometimes thought my head was stuffed with too much too--after all, I took provincial exams in 8 or 9 subjects while the norm was 5. In fact, nobody else did anything more than the necessary 5 in our school.

But we live in a society where we grow up with education. Those who have no education but enough to eat and wear and use as shelter might well be happier than we are. We just end up expecting too much. If all we knew about were the basics: shelter, food, family, love and especially God in our lives, would we truly miss education?

I know you can't miss what you don't know about.

But we are educated for the most part. We read, write and think. Maybe they clutter up our minds too much. I know I'm an almost insatiable reader and learner.

So thanks for the lovely simple words to explain what we really need: our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Thanks, Mair