How Did They Know?

The opera we saw last evening, "Simeon," was well done and charming. The author spun an imaginative drama around the brief episode in the Gospel about the old man Simeon who knew he would see the Lord Christ before he died. From the Bible, we know only that he saw Mary and Joseph carrying 40-day-old Jesus to the temple as required by the law to redeem the first-born son in every family. Simeon took the Babe in his arms, announced that because of Him a sword would pierce Mary's heart, and prayed, "Lord, now you can let me die because I have seen the One You promised." The opera presented a highly chance meeting of Simeon with some shepherds and an emissary of the Magi, all of whom added bits of information about Christ's birth which led him to the temple that morning. The opera didn't mention old Anna, but she was actually there too, and she too recognized the Babe as Messiah. A question that comes often to my mind is this: "How did they know?" And I wonder whether we would encounter Him more in our daily lives if we were as eagerly watching for Him as they were. Hmmm.

Our visit in Greenville was delightful. I'm still struggling with fatigue, and went to bed as soon as we got home this afternoon. Chuck suggests that my hemoglobin may be low. It was actually quite favorable when tested on kemo day two weeks ago. Maybe I'll call the doctor and ask for another blood test. Or maybe tiredness simply goes with the territory at this stage of treatment.

I hope your Sunday has been great. I'll be back Monday morning.

Blessings,
Carol