Thursday marked the Feast Day of Sts. Joachim and Anne.
These two Saints represent the parents of Our Blessed Mother, although neither is mentioned in the Bible itself.
Now before you are too impressed that I knew that, I should probably come clean. I only know this because I read The Saint of the Day, and they happened to be the feature two days ago. Sadly, the truth is that I forgot all about them.
In fact, as I read the tribute to them, I started to feel embarrassed that I never ponder what good parents they were to Mary. The lessons they must have taught her. The strength they must have given her. The role they played in our Salvation. Nope, instead, I jump right from God to Gabriel to Mary to Jesus.
But then, at the end of the summary, was this:
Joachim and Anne—whether these are their real names or not—represent that entire quiet series of generations who faithfully perform their duties, practice their faith and establish an atmosphere for the coming of the Messiah, but remain obscure.
And then, it dawned on me how many Joachims and Annes there have been throughout Christianity. Thousands of Holy people that did simple things like passing on a tradition, teaching the faith, or proclaim God's word. People that will never make a holy book. Will never have 15 minutes of fame. Will never be revered.
People I will never think about or appreciate.
And yet, they hold a special place in God's heart. They carry out His will, spread His word, and proclaim His kingdom.
Heck, given that, maybe someday, someone will forget about us, too.