Day in and day out, this repetitive nature of my work brings me peace. My mind stays busy with measurements, plans, and the hard labor of my hands. Not only do I have jobs to finish for others, but this warm amber wood on my workbench has a very special purpose. This will be the top of our table. The table where Mary and I will share meals that she has prepared in our new home. The wood will be smooth and our plates will be arranged just so. I can smell the aroma of the herbs even now. And knowing her, she’ll have wildflowers right in the middle.
I am as excited as a young boy thinking of our home together, even if I have to keep it to myself so as to not be teased. All the work I’ve put in has already brought great joy and I believe she will be proud. My longing for her to get home from the hill country is tangible. Her quick trip up there has lasted much longer than I expected.
We will be content, even happy here, living a quiet life in this small town, hidden away in Nazareth. I’ve prided myself on being the best carpenter I can be, doing quality work that no one could fault. I have tried to live as a righteous Israelite, following the law. All the while living under a false and cruel king, Herod. But, he doesn’t pay attention to us way up here, which is a good thing.
My father’s quietly spoken secret reminders, that we were descendants of King David and rightful heirs to the kingdom have never left me. The line of lineage has been kept by our people in secret for many generations. But I know that it is not Your plan for me to sit on a throne. Your plan includes this. Life in a tiny nothing town where everyone knows everyone and we are all living one day at a time.
But even with these thoughts, the bright spot has always been Mary! Our betrothal has been a blessing. I understand her beauty and grace are gifts from You. I understand my role to protect her and care for her. Lord, bring her home safely and quickly. I can’t wait to see her.
Reflection Questions: We know the story, but Joseph doesn't. He is working day in and day out to create a home for his new bride, not knowing what is coming. What do you imagine his reaction will be? How do you react to surprising news? What is your first instinct when hard, confusing things happen? St. Ignatius teaches us that we should always be prepared. In good times, be prepared for suffering, for it will come. In suffering, remember that it does not last forever and joy will return. It is the cycle.
Prayer: Lord, help me to enjoy the times in life where things are going well and to grow closer to You so that I can lean into those moments when things are hard. In my sufferings, help me to remember that "joy comes in the morning" and that You are always present with me. I am never alone. Amen.