Not every earthly grandmother is necessarily a doting one, but the stereotype is well deserved. Speaking as a grandmother, it’s easy to adore the next generation of these precious children of God.
St. Anne bore the Immaculate Conception in her womb. She is the grandmother that God chose for his Son so imagine the power of her prayers. Although I’m named after her for my middle name, I mostly neglected her for most of my life — but now as a grandmother, I realize what a dear saint she is.
What we understand of St. Anne comes from apocryphal literature (meaning we can’t be certain of its authenticity) — chiefly the Protoevangelium of James — dating back to around the year 150. We are told that Anne, wife of Joachim, was advanced in years and that her prayers for a child had not been answered.
“Once as she prayed beneath a laurel tree near her home in Galilee, an angel appeared and said to her, ‘Anne, the Lord hath heard thy prayer and thou shalt conceive and bring forth, and thy seed shall be spoken of in all the world.’ Anne replied, ‘As the Lord my God liveth, if I beget either male or female, I will bring it as a gift to the Lord my God; and it shall minister to Him in holy things all the days of its life.’ And thus, Anne became the mother of the Blessed Virgin Mary.”
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