Joseph’s Story
December 22, 2013
Advent 4
How can I begin to explain all the feelings – all the frustration – all the doubt — but then the great joy I had over the birth of the Messiah — the one you call Jesus? It’s very hard to find words to convey my feelings — but I must try — for my feelings of doubt — then faith — may give you more faith — and a deeper understanding of what the birth of Christ means to you.
But first — let me introduce myself. My name is Joseph, and until all this happened I was a typical, poor carpenter in Nazareth. I was a devout Jew like my entire family, but there was nothing unusual about me at all. I began my carpentry business several years ago. I was not the richest man in Nazareth — but I was not the poorest, either. There was really nothing unusual about me at all. I was just a typical Jewish carpenter. Much like many men my age, I was engaged to a girl younger than I — one named Mary. I loved her. She was the most loving, caring person I could ever wish for. It was time for me to start a family. My business was established and I could provide for a wife and children.
After the marriage contract was arranged between her father and myself, everything went as it should. The plans for the ceremony and the banquet fell into place and everything seemed to be going as planned, until it happened.
Mary became pregnant. Unmarried — mind you — but pregnant. Engaged to be married to me — mind you — but pregnant. When her father heard Mary was pregnant, he became very upset — and righfully so. He first accused me of having a relationship with her, but I assured him that this was not so. But something had happened to Mary. What? Somehow she had become pregnant. How? Mary claimed that an angel had spoken to her — and that the angel told her the child would be the Messiah. But I was skeptical as was everyone else who heard her story.
What should I do — I wondered. What could I do? I was so very confused. The legal thing to do would be to break off the marriage. Legally, I could have her stoned as an adulteress. But then I also thought that maybe it would be better for all concerned if we went ahead and had the wedding early and Mary were to leave town until the baby was several years old — by then the baby would have appeared to have been mine. Or maybe I could have hurried and gone ahead and married her. Then the baby would also appear to be mine. But why go through the public humiliation for something you truly had no part in? I honestly did not know what to do.
Try as I might, I found it very hard to believe Mary’s story. This child she was carrying — it was not actually going to be the Messiah — was it? Or — was it? Could it be true? Could it be that God would come to such ordinary folk like Mary and myself in such an extraordinary way? It’s not that I didn’t want to believe that the Messiah would come — I knew God would send the Messiah to redeem Israel — but the Messiah coming through Mary and myself? I was dubious — to say the least.
I was truly at a loss as to what to do. I prayed about it every day — asking God to show me what to do. And then, one night, my answer came in beautiful — glorious — marvelous way. As I was sleeping, an angel appeared to me and told me not to be afraid to take Mary as my wife. The angel said:
“Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife, for the child conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.”
When I awakened, I was feeling a lot of things at the same time. I was overjoyed, awed, even somewhat scared, all at the same time. Even though it was still very hard for me to believe that God would come to me in such a special way, I know what I had to do. I took Mary to be my bride and we had the wedding as planned. Even though neither Mary nor I understood why God had singled us out to be the earthly parents of His Son , the Messiah, we accepted it as a matter of faith. Even though I had many questions, as did Mary, I had faith in what God had told Mary and had now told me.
Well, the months flew by .The wedding and feast took place. But soon it was time for the baby to be born. There is one other thing I had not planned on in this scheme of things. The Roman Emperor called for a census. Everyone was commanded to go to the home of their ancestors to be enrolled. My family was originally from Bethlehem, the city of David. In fact, we were proud that the great King David was an ancestor of ours. But Bethlehem was many miles away from Nazareth. It would be a hard trip for anyone, but particularly for Mary! A woman 9 months pregnant would be in no shape for such a trip, but we had no choice. And so, with faith that somehow God would watch over us, and particularly Mary, we made the long journey to Bethlehem. When we arrived, we were tired from such a long journey. We had spent more than a week on the road — and it was obvious that Mary would deliver her baby very soon. But Bethlehem was so crowded. So many people were there for the census. There was no place for Mary and myself to stay, much less a suitable place for our baby, possibly the Messiah, to be born. Many people were staying on the streets, but Mary needed a place warmer than that. I finally persuaded an innkeeper to let us stay in his stable. It was a cave where he kept his livestock. We bedded down as best as we could amongst the animals. Both of us wondered exactly what would happen, but we still had faith in God and what He had promised us.
Sure enough, that night the child was born. The one the angel had told Mary and about was the Messiah. The baby was God with us, the one to take away our sins. He was born — to us! Such a tiny baby! Mary and I wondered if this could truly be the Messiah. How could it be? It was all so confusing — and yet so marvelous and fantastic. I had never expected God to work in my life in such a powerful way. Suddenly my very ordinary life became very extraordinary, and it was never the same again.
God had come! Salvation was at hand! God’s people were going to be saved by this child — my son — God’s Son — lying in the manger with all the animals around. This was the Messiah!
I never pretended to understand or make sense of it all. I was only sure of one thing: God had touched my life, and I would never be the same again.
I know it is hard to understand the true meaning of Christmas. It is so easy to get involved in Santa Claus and presents and all the other things that are used to celebrate Christmas. In fact, I know that many times we miss the true meaning of Christmas. But this is what Christmas is all about: God came. God came to people like you and a person like me, in an extraordinary way.
As you celebrate Christmas, have fun and be joyful , but remember the meaning of it all.
God has come into our lives and our world through Jesus Christ and our lives and our world will never be the same again. Amen.