Our dog, Shiloh, loves treats. He needs them, so he thinks, before eating his regular food. He whines. He dances around. He nudges us. And he watches.
When we tell him to sit and wait, he will, now that he can hear again, sit and wait. But his eyes never leave our hands. He watches.
When we walk into the laundry room where we keep the treats, he comes to the doorway. When we close the door, because it is also a bathroom, he lays down, nose pressed to the door. When he hears movement, he jumps back up.
At those times, Shiloh lives in expectation. He is watching and waiting with every part of his body.
Anna was a prophetess. In no way was she like Shiloh, except in this: she lived with her heart waiting.
She lived every day at the temple, she spent all her time in prayer and fasting. And so, when the six week old Jesus showed up, she was there.
84 years old.
Temple all the time.
Saw Jesus once.
But once was enough for her. Luke says of her, “She continued to speak of him to all those who were looking for the redemption of Jerusalem.”
But I bet she kept going to the temple until the day she died. Now with news of Hope.
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