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Joseph helped the baby enter the world. They both marveled at the first cry. Beams of brilliant starlight suddenly streamed through the stable window, haloing the infant in Joseph’s arms.
“Look, Mary. Your son.” Mary took the soft cloths she brought with her and wrapped the first Christmas gift, settled back on the straw and closed her eyes in sweet relief and joy. “Thank you, Joseph,” her words faded as she drifted off to sleep, with the baby in her arms.
Joseph’s mind traveled back to a few months before as his mind wrestled with what to do. What was the right option?
He remembered how he had watched her from a distance. There was something mystical about her he couldn’t quite explain. He kept out of sight as she lowered her bucket into the well.
Her face, though pale and drawn, reflected a strange sort of peace and beauty – almost seemed to glow. Her body bulged with child. She just seemed so…so…so young. Only a babe herself, maybe in her early teens. Children pointed and laughed as their mothers pulled them away. Joseph watched them whisper to each other behind the girl’s back. The city elders frowned in disdain as they passed. Respectable women did not draw their water in the middle of the afternoon. Older men refused to look at her, but she drew her water determinedly and paid no attention to them. She held her head high and headed home with a strange smile on her lips, like she knew something no one else did.
She had been the talk of the community, and rightfully so. Me – her husband-to-be became a laughingstock. She was promised to me, and now she’s pregnant. The rumors flew through Nazareth. “Was it his? If not you, Joseph, then who? How could she? The law is clear: she must be punished. You must leave her. Her actions are shameful, her talk is that of a crazy woman. She is a disgrace to her family and a discredit to her once spotless reputation.”
Joseph gazed down upon his wife, now asleep on the hay. His heart melted with love at the sight of her peaceful face.
Mary had known the consequences of her actions, yet she willingly accepted them.The village thought she had gone mad. Her parents could not bear the stress and even sent her away for a while. He wondered at that time what secrets she knew. What was she was not telling him? She claimed it was God’s doing from the start. She said it was God’s special gift. She told me she was scared, but didn’t ask for pity – or forgiveness. She only wanted understanding.“Please, just trust me,” she had said. “I only need you to believe me.”
He remembered how his mind whirled.He knew the child wasn’t his; he was an honorable man. Her words did not make sense. Yet, he knew her to be a chaste woman. She would not prostitute herself as the townspeople claimed. He had thought of leaving her in a way that wouldn’t bring so much disgrace upon her and her family. He was beginning to think she was crazy too – until one night when he had such fitful sleep.
An angel had appeared to him in a dream one night and unveiled the secret. The dream was so real. He woke up with a new realization, and for some strange reason, he believed Mary.
The Child began to whimper, and he gently lifted the Babe from Mary’s arms. As he stroked the fuzzy hair of the child, the baby looked into Joseph’s eyes. Did he only imagine a look of approval? The baby nuzzled into Joseph’s chest and closed his eyes.
I’m glad I obeyed the angel and took Mary for my wife. I won’t regret my actions. God needs me to help raise His Son. The brilliant light from the huge star shone about the child, almost creating a halo around his head. He rocked the Babe and let his wife rest while he sat in awe with his thoughts.
Mary soon awoke, and seeing Joseph with the baby made her heart content. He would help her. They would be all right. She gave Joseph a weak smile. “Should we name him after you Joseph?”
“His name shall be called Jesus – just as the angel told me, Mary. Jesus Emmanuel, for indeed, tonight, God is with us.”
Reference: Matthew 1:18-25