When I saw this tree, I called it Simeon.
It is mostly dead. It only had a few leaves to show its tenacious hold on life. But even so, it towers over its younger and healthier counterparts. It is so tall it looks as if it reaches for the clouds.
It is Simeon.
In the gospel of Luke, two people stand out at Jesus’ dedication at the temple. One, the widow Anna, I dedicated last year’s advent posts to. This year, the focus turns to the man in that same chapter.
Both of these individuals, these godly ones who touched Mary so deeply that she mentioned them by name when Luke interviewed her many years later, were old. One might even call them ancient. Both had lived past their expectancy and probably past all those they knew and loved.
Maybe it’s because I’ve taken the turn to the downward side of middle-age that these saints and their testimony speaks to me. Or perhaps it’s their passion and zeal for God. The temple was full of priests and religious officials who might herald the Messiah, yet these two that society declared done were the ones to praise and notice his arrival.
They were the ones who gave him worship.
And for that, if nothing else, they are worth getting to know better.
A Sixty-Day Countdown to Christmas