This week's date night consisted of attending El Salvador del Mundo with our friends the Carters and the Curtises (you know, the new alcalde). I had the privilege of sitting betwixt my husband and Sue Curtis, who not only laughed at my jokes but also told me I should take up singing again, and gave me a good idea for the Do-I-or-Don't-I quandary regarding paying my oldest when she babysits my other children.
The show itself was very good, and smoothly run. Something struck me during the show, though, in a way I hadn't considered before, and that is: Joseph's role in this whole thing. Of course we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Of course we laud Mary for all she went through, not the least of which was giving birth amongst farm animals for crying out loud. The shepherds, the wise men, we sing of these folks, even the I'll Play My Drum For You kid (ps, do not sing that song, let's just give it a rest). This year, I'm considering Joseph.
Here's a man, a good man, a hard worker, engaged to be married to Mary (most beautiful and fair). The two of them are going about their lives, working, marriage prep and all that's involved. A noble man. One day, his good bride tells him what had happened to her. Stop here for a second. Put yourself in her position. Imagine having to say the words, to pass along the information.
Go ahead. Imagine it.
Really, think of it.
Now try to imagine the situation from Joseph's perspective.
What would be your inclination? To believe her? To run? According to the performance the other night, he calmly walked away. The way he turned and walked was very powerful. And then, as we all know...he follwed through, stayed by Mary's side and was an obedient and God-following leader of his own family. I do love the following:
What about you? For whom, specifically, from The Christmas Story do you feel a particular affinity this year?