Well, I hope you all had either a Happy or a Merry Christmas, and for you wonderful Britons, happy Boxing day! Most of you know, I am on the east coast with my family, as is my custom, and so don’t expect too much of me, I’ll be in and out.
But it was a wonderful advent this year, we had our usual anticipation of the Christ Child, but we also had the unalloyed pleasure of our Chatelaine’s return to us. In fact, those of us, who Jess has kept in touch with, for all those long months, have referred to it as exactly that, an advent. For we were able to watch and see her improvement from week to week, and to offer our encouragement, until our prayers were answered, and her presence and spirit again suffused our blogs, and our hearts. Her recovery started with a miracle, and they have not ceased. As I have said to a few, whatever peace I found in the early months of that recovery came from Our Lady, and many are convinced that it was her intervention that saved her originally as well. Deo Gratias.
It’s the day after Christmas so maybe it’s a good time to reflect on the person most neglected in our remembrance of that first Christmas, who now has manifold duties to carry out. Here’s Jess:
An ordinary Joe: a Christmas reflection
It must have been a hard coming to Bethlehem. At that time of the year the weather there can be cold and inclement; not the time to take a heavily pregnant young woman on a long journey. Whether it was poverty or poor planning, the inn keeper’s stables were better than the open air; but not by much. What a time they had had; what a time was to come. Of the birth itself, the first Christians created legends; but we know nothing save what was needful: the young mother and the baby did well.
Where there had been Mary and Joseph, there was now the Holy Family. The man and the woman were brought into a new configuration by the baby; that is the human condition. No more would Joseph labour only for himself and his betrothed; he was a family man now; for this he had left his father and his mother; the same was true for her.
We are told little of him, Joseph, the almost anonymous protector of the sweet Virgin and her precious Baby. What manner of man was he? We know more than we think. He was the man to whom these burdensome treasures were consigned. We know they were treasures, but for him, he had the task of bringing up a child not his own; he also had to cope with the consequences of Mary’s pregancy and of her choice. She had chosen this path with the aid of her Immaculate Conception; Joseph did what he did full of the burden of original sin.
He did it. He took that heavily-pregnant girl on the long journey and protected her; he found a place to stay; and he took his little family into exile to escape Herod’s soldiers. He was a quietly capable man. He was no hero in his own eyes; that type of man never is. We can doubt anyone else regarded him as such either; it is always so with that type of man.
Joseph worked with his hands. He was a practical man. He was the man to whom people went if they wanted something doing properly. He was not an educated man, but he was a righteous one. He attended synagogue, paid his dues, and got on with the business of life.
He wasn’t impulsive or vengeful. Even when he thought his young fiancée had betrayed him, the worst he was minded to do was put her away privately; most men would have made a great fuss; some would have had her stoned. Once enlightened by God, Joseph did his duty.
It is typical of Joseph that we do not even know when he died. By the time his son began His Ministry, Joseph had been dead for long enough for Jesus to be known as ‘Mary’s son’. Of Mary, never enough; of Joseph, hardly anything.
But there is enough for us to know that anyone to whom God had entrusted such treasures was himself special. He was special in not being special at all. Americans talk about an ‘ordinary Joe’. That, to all intents and purposes was Mary’s Joseph. And for our celebrity-obsessed age, and for those looking for heroes, Joseph of Nazareth has a message: do the simple things right; be the best you can be; and serve your God in humble obedience – and that is enough – and then more.
The Blessings of the Lord be with us all this Christmas.
David B. Monier-Williams said:
Yes NEO, it’s not only Jessica;s thoughts but those of Blessed, soon to be St. Mother Theresa who said,” Little things are indeed little, but to be faithful in little things is a great thing.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta, A sacrifice to be real must cost, must hurt, must empty ourselves. The fruit of silence is prayer, the fruit of prayer is faith, the fruit of faith is love, the fruit of love is service, the fruit of service is peace.
“If you’re too busy to pray…you’re too busy”
“People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.”
“If you judge people you have no time to love them.”
“I know God will not give me anything I cannot handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much.”
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Steve Brown said:
Bosco the Great said:
recovery came from Our Lady, and many are convinced that it was her intervention that saved her originally as well. Deo Gratias.
That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the LORD, and there is none else.
You know Bosco, I grow irritated with your willful ignorance. That’s why I thanked God.
Bosco the Great said:
Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else