November 18, 2018
1 Samuel 1:4 – 2:10
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So. Hannah.
Hannah is one of many women in the Bible whom we know as being barren. Unable to conceive.
The Biblical language about such women is that God has closed their wombs, that God does not look on them with favor.
This is a soul-sick woman.
In Hannah’s culture, a woman who had not given birth had no standing in the community. Giving birth to a daughter was good but being the mother of a son was good. Middle Eastern culture is still like this: a friend who worked in Saudi Arabia a few decades ago told me that women there tended to spoil their sons because sons are the only people who will ever respect and care for those women.
That is Hannah’s situation. Without a son, she is no one.
We know many women of our own time who have been unable to conceive, and even if the “problem” is not hers but that of her partner, it’s often the woman who feels the brunt of that same soul sickness.
It’s a hard situation now. It was a desperate situation then.
And Hannah doesn’t exactly get a lot of support from the people around her. Her husband, Elkanah, even though he gives her double portions because of his love for her … well, Elkanah doesn’t get it. “Am I not more to you than ten sons?” he asks. Well, no, Elkanah, you’re not. You may think you’re God’s most perfect gift to your wife, but you’re not listening—you’re not hearing her very real misery.
Her “sister wife,” Penninah, must have been jealous because of the way Elkanah loved Hannah. She “used to provoke her severely,” the text says. Taunted her. Mocked her. With her seven children, Penninah was secure in being a woman of worth in that culture, but she couldn’t get past her sense of being second best in Elkanah’s eyes.
Hannah is a soul-sick woman whose husband doesn’t make the effort to understand her misery and whose sister wife is intent on keeping her down.
We wouldn’t be surprised if she just gave up. But she doesn’t.
Hannah has two things going for her. First, she has faith.
You know that line from Paul’s letter to the Philippians? “Do not be anxious in anything, but in everything, in prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God” (Phil 4:6)? That’s Hannah.
She brings her worst troubles to God, in prayer and petition, with a sure trust that God has the power—and the desire—to help her. With a sure faith that God is the rock of her salvation.
Hannah also has chutzpah. Agency. She doesn’t just sit at home wailing and pouting; she takes her troubles to God. To the temple. Even when Eli, the high priest, puts her down when he thinks she’s drunk, she stands up for herself and for her prayer.
After baby Samuel is born and grows old enough to be weaned, his mother Hannah walks the walk. She fulfills her promise.
And then she sings. Hannah sings of what she has learned and come to believe about God: that God has delivered her from her enemies, including the ones who stalk her own mind. That her strength increases as she ponders on God—prays and meditates with God. That people who previously had been filled full have been brought down, and those who were starving are well satisfied. That the woman who had been barren has now birthed seven children, while the one who boasted of her progeny has lost them all. That God rejects those who boast of their gifts but lifts the downtrodden to unimagined blessings. That God is a rock—that there is no other shelter and shield like our God.
It’s a song that presages Mary’s song, the Magnificat. A song about God’s reversals, about the upside-down-ness of the kingdom of God. About God’s love for those whom the world sees as worthless.
It’s the song of a prophet, one who looks at the world and sees God’s truth. One who started in misery but used her chutzpah and her faith to rise beyond the place where the world would have kept her.
Hannah. Child of God. Prophet. Blessed.
Thanks be to God for her life and her legacy.
Alleluia. Amen.