Hello Dear Friends,
I hope you enjoy this little gift.
It’s a fictional account of the birth of Christ. I tried to keep it true to Scripture, then also to Jewish tradition. So grab a cup of coffee and be still for a minute… or perhaps thirty.
Merry Christmas and much love from our home to yours!
David and Lynna Clark
Prologue
It’s a miracle they married. Both were terribly shy. When he turned eighteen, his father Jacob began reminding him often that it was time to take a wife and add to the family. Good sturdy sons would help expand the carpentry business. Joseph smiled and nodded. He and his father already had someone in mind… if Joseph could just get up the nerve.
The thought of her warmed him. She was quiet and pretty and reminded him of a doe, tentatively checking her surroundings as if afraid of being noticed. Though they’d been raised in the same small village, their times of interaction had been too scarce for Joseph’s liking. He wished for an opportunity to draw her aside and express how he felt.
Finally one morning in the marketplace it happened. He’d made an excuse to be there hoping to see her. She was startled when he purposely bumped into her knocking the figs from her basket. Quickly they bent toward the ground together to retrieve the fruit before it was trampled.
“Forgive me Mary! Let me get those for you.” Joseph tried to appear unruffled just like he’d practiced in his head. He was rewarded with a shy smile. Mary looked up and tried to think of something to say.
“What brings you to the market today Josey?”
He was pleased that she used his boyhood name and decided to just go for it.
“Why you dear Mary! I was hoping to see you!”
Mary blushed as she tried to gather herself. Though she was veiled Joseph could tell he’d embarrassed her. Quietly he continued.
“I know that your father is not well. But do you think he is strong enough to receive visitors?”
Mary was surprised and blushed even deeper. Her reply took so long that Joseph’s heart pounded while he waited.
“Yes,” she finally managed. Again she looked into the eyes of her childhood friend. His gentleness had always comforted her when other young men seemed boisterous and proud. Suddenly it occurred to her how much she liked him. Hopefully he would speak to her father soon as there had been another suitor who had visited a few days earlier. Thankfully she had sent him away since her father had been too weak that day. She smiled to herself and silently thanked the Lord for His kindness. Joseph’s gentle question broke into her thoughts.
“Should I wait until he feels better?”
Mary was alarmed. If Joseph waited the other suitor might win her father’s favor. Though Simon was financially well off and highly regarded amongst the temple rulers, he was also rather arrogant. She had a feeling her status as his wife would be somewhat of a business transaction.
But Joseph…
She realized the man still waited for her reply. When her eyes met his she knew. “Please come at your earliest convenience. My father grows weaker each day and he will be thankful to receive you.”
Joseph was encouraged. Though she bowed slightly and moved away, her glance back at him gave wings to his feet. There was urgency in her request that seemed to be about more than her father’s health.
Joseph hurried home to speak to his own father. God willing, he would pursue this gentle girl before the sun set in the Nazareth sky.
Chapter One
When Mary returned home she was surprised to find Simon talking with her father. Plus he had brought gifts; extravagant ones: fine jewelry, wine, lovely clothes and of course a contract. Her father seemed thrilled to share the news.
“Our friend Simon has come to ask if he may seek your hand in marriage. I assured him you would welcome his generous offer. Shall we proceed with the betrothal ceremony my daughter?”
Mary wondered how to answer without breaking her father’s heart. He had expressed many times his desire to see her betrothed before his life ended.
But Simon was not her first love.
With resolve she looked at Simon. His clothing confirmed his wealth and she wondered why he’d chosen her, a simple peasant girl. It would be a huge insult to reject his proposal.
“Forgive me my lord. I must decline your offer. There is another in my life who has expressed his intentions before you. But I shall forever be thankful for your kindness and generosity.”
Apparently Simon was not accustomed to rejection. His face turned bright red and his expression changed immediately. Instead of his normal look of confidence, he now wore a smirk. An insult lingered on the tip of his tongue but Mary saved him from it.
“Please accept my gratitude. The gifts you brought are exquisite. It pains me to return such treasure.” She closed the beautiful box containing the garnet necklace and ring. As she placed the box in his hand she bowed without looking into his eyes.
Saying nothing, he gathered his lavish gifts, turned on his heel and exited the small home.
Mary’s father sat heavily on his bed and began to cough. She fetched water and sat beside him stroking his back. Though his cough calmed, he said nothing.
She whispered in the old man’s ear.
“I love you dear Abba. But Simon is not the man for me. The Lord our God is mighty! He will provide.”
Old Heli took his daughter’s hand. The girl always amazed him with her strength. Though it would have relieved his worry to have her betrothed to a man of wealth and high standing, he was strangely comforted that she turned Simon away. Perhaps like him, his daughter would marry for love.
Chapter Two
Her only sister had married and moved to the home of her husband a few years earlier. The Lord had already blessed the couple with a son and a daughter. Since Mary’s mother had passed away, the care of her father was left in her hands. Mary adored the old man and suspected his ill health was due to the loss of his wife. Such love was shared between them that she longed for the same. The family had been through many hardships and had always struggled to keep food on the table. But their meager home was filled with joy. Having no sons, Heli was determined to teach his daughters the Word of God. Mary was his best student and daily sat at his feet soaking in the beautiful words. Her favorite came from the Psalms as her father often chose to sing them to her.
“Are you strong enough to bless me with a song tonight dear Abba?”
Heli looked at his innocent daughter and wondered if she realized the grand life she had turned away earlier in the day. He also wondered about the other suitor she referred to when she refused Simon’s offer.
“How can I say no to such a beautiful girl? Which would you like to hear?”
Mary smiled as she requested one of her favorites. “Sing to me a song of our father David. The one that starts with ‘Let all that I am praise the LORD; with my whole heart, I will praise His holy Name!’”
Heli joined her and together they continued.
“Let all that I am praise the LORD; may I never forget the good things He does for me. He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases. He redeems me from death and crowns me with love and tender mercies. He fills my life with good things. My youth is renewed like the eagle’s!”
Mary gazed at her father and was happy to see that his smile had returned as well as a measure of strength while they sang the beautiful song. They continued with vigor and she smiled brightly when they came to the lovely words.
“The Lord is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who fear Him. For He knows how weak we are; He remembers we are only dust. Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die. The wind blows and we are gone- as though we had never been here. But the love of the LORD remains forever with those who fear Him. His salvation extends to the children’s children of those who are faithful to His covenant, of those who obey his commandments!”
She paused as though she couldn’t remember the next lines so that she could enjoy the voice of her father. Heartily he continued.
“The LORD has made the heavens His throne; from there He rules over everything. Praise the LORD, you angels, you mighty ones who carry out His plans, listening for each of His commands. Yes praise the LORD, you armies of angels who serve Him and do His will. Praise the LORD, everything He has created, everything in all His kingdom!”
Mary joined him with beautiful harmony on the last line.
“Let all that I am praise the LORD!”
Their voices could be heard through the door where Joseph and his father stood listening to the wonderful psalm. The lovely girl he had teased in his youth was hopefully about to become his wife.
Chapter Three
The soft knock on the door caused Mary’s heart to flutter. To her delight it was Joseph with his father Jacob. “Is Heli well enough to receive us?”
Joseph was happy when Mary ushered them inside. “Yes! He is feeling the strength of a soaring eagle! Come! Would you like something to eat?”
Joseph was glad that she seemed to relax in her own home. He felt a bit more at ease there too. But he hesitated to eat lest he choke before asking the question.
“A little water would be nice.”
Mary smiled at his gentle request as she noticed again his timidity. “Of course! Father, this is my friend Joseph and his father Jacob. Do you remember Josey from our youth?”
Heli nodded knowingly. The young man had shot up like a tender reed. Joseph had often walked Mary and her sister home as the three of them grew up together.
“Yes, come sit with me! Mary brought fresh fruit from the market today and blessed this old man with delicious fig cakes. Just like Abigail brought to David, they are fit for a king! Sit my friends and have some!”
Mary smiled at her father’s enthusiasm and served their guests. Joseph relaxed a little more and took a bite. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “As you so accurately said, fit for a king!” He sipped his water and silently summoned the Almighty for strength.
The room became quiet for longer than any of them liked. Jacob wondered how long it would take his son to broach the subject as he had asked to handle the matter himself. Without saying a word, Joseph stood as if leaving. Mary’s heart dropped and old Heli wondered how to help. Still saying nothing Joseph stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. Heli stole a glance at his kindhearted daughter and saw her disappointment. She obviously had deep affection for the young man.
Before any of them could speak, Joseph returned. Slowly he presented the mohar to Heli: wedding coins, a marriage contract plus a skin of wine. Humbly Joseph bowed. “I’ve come to ask for your daughter Mary to be my wife.”
With tears of joy, old Heli looked toward Mary. She smiled and nodded her approval.
Joseph then offered his gift to Mary. “I made this for you. I hope to fill it with treasure someday.”
Mary received the box and admired the intricate carvings. “Oh Josey! I can think of nothing I would like more than a gift made by your own hand. It’s beautiful!”
Heli smiled as he observed young Joseph. “I have very little to offer, but what I have is yours. Will you dear Mary be my wife?”
Mary looked at her father. “May we have your blessing Abba?”
Heli and Jacob stood, embraced their children, then each other. Once Heli found his voice he pronounced a blessing on the union which of course included a prayer for many children.
“You have made an old man very happy Joseph! I know you will be good to my daughter. May the Lord bless you and keep you my son. Now for the wine!” He poured from the wineskin Joseph brought and presented the cups. When the four of them shared wine, the betrothal was sealed. Through her veil, Joseph gazed into Mary’s kind and beautiful eyes. He was more convinced than ever that he had chosen well.
“Please accept this ring as my pledge. I am yours and you are mine. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers drown it.”
She repeated the words in sweet agreement as they dreamed of their future together. “I accept this ring and pledge the same. I am yours and you are mine. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers drown it.”
Joseph placed a ring on the index finger of Mary’s right hand for the world to see. This beautiful girl he had loved since his youth was officially pledged to be his wife.
“I go to my father’s house to prepare a home that we may dwell together as husband and wife. Behold you are consecrated unto me with this ring according to the laws of Moses and Israel. I promise to be faithful, to love and protect you all the days of my life.”
Mary smiled knowing that his promises were true.
Jacob signed the contract and gave it to Heli for safe keeping. The two proud fathers shared another embrace knowing their children had chosen well.
Joseph drew Mary aside as he prepared to leave.
“You are lovely tonight my bride. My brothers are all envious and have warned me to get our home built quickly lest you back out of such a humble offer.”
Mary shook her head. “Never dear Josey! I am my beloved’s and you are mine. Many waters cannot quench love.”
Joseph kissed the ring on her finger. “I will miss you my doe. I have assigned our brother Abel to watch over you until I come. So be ready! I will be back for you sooner than you think!”
Mary gazed into the eyes of her groom. “May everything be according to your word!”
Chapter Four
Mary rose early the next morning and walked the short distance across the village to her sister’s home. She shared the news and the two young women hugged as they considered raising their families together. Traditionally a groom took twelve months to complete the home. Then he would gather his companions, shout to announce his coming, and collect his bride.
“I hope Joseph doesn’t plan a long betrothal. Father grows weaker each day. I’d love to hear him speak a blessing on our wedding day.”
Suzanna teased, “Not to mention, the sooner you two get started the closer our children will be!”
Mary laughed and blushed a little. “I’ve always thought so much of Joseph. His family is almost as poor as ours, but he is such a gentleman. Did you know he assigned your husband Abel as my guardian?”
Suzanna sighed. “No! The man tells me nothing! Just wait til he returns this evening!”
The sisters shared a laugh then Mary continued. “Simon also stopped by yesterday. I couldn’t look at him though father was delighted at his offer. If he only knew how forward the man is, he would not have been so eager to invite Simon into my life.”
Suzanna caught her breath as she expressed concern for her little sister. “Mary! You turned that rascal away? Surely you know he will not give up easily!”
Mary shook her head. “I have no idea why he would want a peasant girl like me anyway. Women flock to his wealth and power. I would rather live in a stable than to share his bed.” She shivered at the thought.
Her sister laughed. “If you marry Joseph, you may just get your wish. I had a feeling Joseph would ask. He’s looked at you like a lovesick schoolboy for years.”
Mary smiled. “I’m afraid I’ve looked at him the same. I just never knew that he noticed until yesterday.”
“Of course he noticed! You my little sister are beautiful! THAT is why Simon seeks you. No one matches your beauty whether rich or poor. I’m glad you refused him! But please be careful. I’ve heard terrible things about him. He did not rise to such power and wealth through kindness. In fact, as pleasant as our visit has been, let’s get you packed and on your way home before it grows any later.”
Chapter Five
As strong and vibrant as Heli was for the betrothal ceremony, Mary took hope that perhaps he was recovering. He spoke often of her and Joseph’s future and seemed to relish telling stories of his own marriage. Mary loved their time together and grew hopeful that perhaps her beloved Abba would live to see her wedding day.
But it was not to be.
She returned from the market several months later to find that dear Heli gasped for air. She held his hand and tried to smile. “Rest in the words of our father David my beloved Abba.
‘The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters; He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His Name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.’”
Gazing beyond his daughter to the God he had humbly served for a lifetime, Heli smiled and breathed his last. Peace flooded his old soul as he shed his earthly tent and joined the wife of his youth. Though the light in his eyes was gone, the smile on his lips told the truth. He was free from the chains of suffering and pain.
Mary sobbed into her father’s chest but whispered a prayer of thanksgiving that he no longer struggled for air.
As was customary, Heli was washed and prepared for burial that same day then placed in the family tomb. Mary’s grief was nearly unbearable though she was surrounded by friends and neighbors. Joseph grieved her loss but felt ashamed for his own unhappiness. He knew his sadness was more about postponing the wedding than losing Heli. Though it had been three months since the betrothal, he must now wait at least a year to claim his bride.
“Take heart my son!” Jacob tried to encourage him. “She will be your wife forever! This gives us more time to make your new home something very special.”
Joseph nodded and busied himself with his work. His father was right. Mary had lived such a meager life. With his father’s help he could provide a home worthy of her.
While Joseph threw himself into his work he remembered a story of long ago. Another Jacob, son of Isaac, had labored seven long years for Rachel. After his wedding night he discovered he had been given her sister Leah. Jacob worked seven more years to obtain his true love. Joseph sighed and thanked the Almighty that Mary’s only sister was already married.
He shook the thought from his head. No man should try to please two women!
But sweet Mary…
He smiled at the thought of her as he remembered the line from the Torah about Jacob. “Though he worked seven years for her, his love was so strong that it seemed but a moment.”
Joseph determined to do the same. No matter how long it took, nor whatever the circumstances, his love for Mary would overcome it all.
Chapter Six
For Mary the days passed slowly. Meals of consolation from friends and neighbors poured in for seven days. Suzanna and her husband kept Mary company the first week of mourning then returned home. Suddenly she realized how alone she felt. Everything reminded Mary of her father and mother. Her parents had so faithfully taught her the Word of God that most evenings were spent recalling their favorite passages. Night after night she found herself lying in bed crying out those same words to the Lord.
She longed for comfort and thought of Joseph. Though there were only three months left in the bereavement period, she wondered if she could endure that long. Her sadness was overwhelming. She listened for his shout every evening just in case he decided to come early. But knowing Joseph he would respect the tradition of grieving the loss of a parent for twelve months. His family was all about honor, tradition, and protecting the family name.
That was part of her attraction to him. Joseph was indeed a very good man.
She readied herself for bed and turned in early. The sun had not even set but she didn’t care. The cupboards were as empty as her soul. It mattered not as she had lost her appetite weeks ago.
A knock came at the door. Mary was startled and checked before answering.
No one was there.
Carefully she looked again. A basket filled with delicacies had been placed by the door. As she brought the wonderful food inside she wondered who would be so kind. She smiled at the thought of Joseph. Surely it was him.
She peered through the door again but failed to see the man in the shadows. With the latch returned to its place, she carried the basket to the table. There was enough food to last for over a week! She praised God not only for His provision, but also that she would have no need to leave her home for days.
Except for Joseph, she preferred solitude. It seemed the Almighty was preparing her soul for something ahead. A favorite Psalm came to mind so she sang it out loud.
“The LORD is like a Father to His children, tender and compassionate to those who fear Him. For He knows how weak we are; He remembers we are only dust.”
Chapter Seven
As Joseph walked toward home he hoped the gift would comfort his fiancée. He knew from her sister that Mary was lonely and terribly sad. He considered speaking to his father about the possibility of bringing her home to wed before the bereavement period was over. As her husband he could comfort her and make sure she was cared for. Perhaps the Lord would bless them with a child right away. They could name him Heli after her father and honor his good name.
Joseph walked a bit faster as he thought on his plan. The house he prepared for Mary was complete except for a few last minute touches. His father had diligently helped him add the new rooms to the family home. He would understand and might even support Joseph breaking tradition.
But his mother…
Joseph shivered a little. She would not be pleased. The wedding feast was a really big deal to her and she had much left to prepare. In fact she seemed glad to have more time to gather everything needed for the upcoming celebration. Since Joseph was the youngest of her sons it would be her last wedding feast to host.
As Joseph thought on everything he decided to do what was best for Mary. The sight of her as she answered her door had made him happy. But then she had looked up, searching for the gift giver. Her lovely face was drawn and sad. Joseph felt an urgent need to take care of her like never before. His mother would have to understand. Perhaps his father would help with that.
Joseph breathed a prayer for Mary as he made his way home.
“As our father Moses said: ‘Give us gladness in proportion to our former misery! Replace the evil years with good. Let us, Your servants, see You work again; let our children see Your glory. And may the Lord our God show us His approval, and make our efforts successful. Yes, make our efforts successful!’”
Chapter Eight
Mary enjoyed a fig cake and thought of her betrothal day. Her father had been so happy. She looked at the simple ring on her finger and recalled dear Joseph as he asked her to be his bride. Peace flooded her soul and she thanked the Almighty for His kindness and comfort.
As she put the food away, suddenly the small room was filled with warmth and light. A very large man stood before her. Mary’s heart pounded as she took in his presence.
“Greetings favored woman! The Lord is with you!”
She gazed at the heavenly being and realized her mouth was open. Her heart still pounded as she thought on his words and tried to understand what he meant.
Though he was obviously powerful she marveled at his gentleness when he spoke again.
“Don’t be afraid Mary, for you have found favor with God.”
There was that word again. What had she done to gain favor? The angel continued.
“You will conceive and give birth to a Son and you will name Him Jesus. He will be very great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give Him the throne of His ancestor David. And He will reign over Israel forever; His Kingdom will never end!”
Mary thought on the words then finally found her voice. She blushed as she asked the obvious.
“But… how, how can this happen… since, I am a virgin?”
The angel softly replied, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the Baby to be born will be holy, and He will be called the Son of God.”
Mary sat down. Her head was spinning. The angel waited as if allowing her to take it all in. Quietly he continued.
“What’s more, your relative Elizabeth is going to have a child in her old age! People used to say she was barren, but she has conceived a son and is now in her sixth month.”
The angel smiled broadly when he added. “For nothing is impossible with God!”
Mary returned his smile and joy flooded her soul.
“I am the Lord’s servant! May everything you have said about me come true!”
The angel disappeared as quickly as he had come. Mary was left alone with her thoughts while she searched her memory for Scripture about the Messiah.
Chapter Nine
When Joseph arrived home he was disappointed to find his father occupied with the family meal. His brothers gathered around the table laughing and talking. His mother greeted him with a hug as well as a scolding.
“Where were you my son? I was beginning to worry!”
Joseph kissed his mother’s cheek as he caught the eye of his father. They shared a smile knowing her question was more about gaining information than real concern. The woman struggled to let go of her youngest though he was most certainly a grown man.
“Dear woman, I was delivering a basket of supplies to Mary. She is going through a very difficult time you know. Though her father passed nearly nine months ago she is still very sad.”
Joseph’s mother eyed him curiously. “And how do you know her condition? It is not permitted for you to visit her alone!”
Joseph’s brothers laughed heartily at that. But with one look their mother silenced them. Joseph assured his mother.
“Her sister Suzanna sought me out so that I would know she does not fare well. I gathered a few things for Mary and left them by her door. We did not even speak.”
His mother noticed Joseph’s sadness and determined to comfort him with a huge helping of food. “Come! Eat! Her time of grief will be over in three short months and there is still much to do! You would be wise to fill your belly with good food while you can. Mary is much too beautiful to know how to cook properly!”
Joseph laughed at his mother’s attempt to comfort him, especially when she realized she had just insulted her other daughters-in-law. Feisty Miriam spoke up with mischief.
“Thankfully I am so ugly my husband will never go hungry!”
At that the family laughed and relaxed around their evening meal.
Chapter Ten
The moment she closed her eyes she fell into a wonderful peaceful rest. In her dreams she recalled Adam’s deep sleep as God removed a rib to form the woman who would complete him. Mary smiled and thought on the goodness of God. Throughout history young women had dreamed of bringing the Messiah into the world to save their people. For some unknown reason, she had found favor and would bear His Son.
When she woke she knew exactly what to do. Quickly she packed and headed to her sister’s home. Suzanna’s husband Abel was just leaving and was surprised to see Mary.
“You’re out early today little one! And you look like you’re on a mission. Are you feeling better?”
Mary smiled. “Yes! I’ve decided to visit our Aunt Elizabeth for a while. Can you make sure Joseph knows so he doesn’t worry?”
Abel tipped his head. He was concerned for this young woman he’d grown to love as his sister. “I will… but are you sure you want to travel so far? It’s nearly time for your wedding.”
Mary nodded. “There are three months left to grieve for father. I should be back by the end of that time. Judea is only a five day journey.”
Abel hesitated. “Surely you have traveling companions…”
Suzanna came from the house with a baby on one hip and a toddler clinging to her skirt. “Catch me up sister. You’re going where?”
Mary hoped her sister wouldn’t detect the joy she found hard to contain. Suzanna was always the best at dragging secrets from her soul.
“I feel the Lord wants me to spend time with Aunt Elizabeth. She is so dear and she’s certainly not getting any younger. Besides, it’s still three months until the wedding and I’m not doing well in the old house without father.”
Suzanna gazed at her younger sibling intently. She was sure the girl was hiding something. Trying to get more information she asked, “Does Joseph know you are going? He’s not going with you is he?”
Mary was shocked. “No! Of course not! I haven’t spoken to Josey. But Abel has promised to let him know where I am. Now, I must be on my way if I’m going to catch up with the caravan headed to Judea.”
Chapter Eleven
Mary kissed her sister and headed toward the town square. She looked through the crowd hoping she would know some of the other travelers. Though she had made the trip before, it had always included her father. Suddenly fear gripped her heart. At least she had provision for the journey thanks to Joseph.
She wished very much to speak to him before she left. Her beautiful secret would certainly involve him too. As she made her way through the people a thousand thoughts filled her mind.
“In the multitude of my thoughts within me Lord, Thy comforts delight my soul.”
Trying to be brave she whispered, “Guide me O Thou great Jehovah!”
Somehow she bumped right into him.
“Josey!” she laughed at the look on his face.
He motioned her to the side under a sycamore tree where they could speak face to face. “Sweet Mary! What brings you into town on the busiest day of the week? And why do you carry so many bags?” He began taking things from her shoulders trying to help.
She could hardly keep from reaching out to him. This dear man meant everything to her, yet she had no idea how he would react to the news.
Mary placed the rest of her supplies on the ground beside her and silently asked the Lord for help. “Joseph, I need to visit my Aunt Elizabeth right away. But I’ll be back in three months. I promise!”
Joseph grew somber and looked into her eyes. “You’re going all the way to the Judean hill country? What’s the matter? Has old Zechariah finally passed?”
Mary shook her head. “No, I think he’s… doing very well!”
She wondered how much to say. Then she realized. Her news would have to come out sometime. Joseph might as well be the first to know.
She sat down on one of her bags. Joseph took a seat on the wooden crate in front of her. He could tell she struggled but he was not prepared for what she said next.
“Joseph, I had an angel visit last night.” Mary peered into his eyes trying to read him. Joseph tipped his head slightly but said nothing. Mary slowly continued.
“He said he’d been sent by God to let me know…”
She couldn’t say the words.
Joseph interrupted her thoughts.
“Did you eat too much garlic and gefilte fish before bedtime? That stuff can make you have all kinds of crazy dreams. Don’t go running off to Judea to your old Aunt Elizabeth. God has not even blessed them with children so something’s not right in that household. I know you’re grieving, but I’ve spoken to my father and if you’re willing, we can break tradition and get married before the bereavement period is over. I want to take care of you! And I sure can’t do that if you’re half a countryside away!”
Mary glanced past Joseph to make sure the caravan didn’t leave without her. She felt the nudging in her soul to get it over with. It must be said.
“Joseph, stop. It was a real angel… huge! He informed me that Aunt Elizabeth has conceived in her old age and will bear a son in three months. I’m going to help her. And…”
Mary realized she had Joseph’s attention.
“I have been chosen to bear the Son of God… our Messiah!”
Joseph hardly knew what to say. Quietly he whispered. “Oh Mary! How wonderful! Should we get married right away? I mean, obviously the Almighty knows we are betrothed!”
Mary teared up and struggled to speak. The words of the angel explained it best so when they came back to her she repeated them to Joseph.
“The angel said I will conceive and give birth to a Son and name Him Jesus. When I asked him how that could happen since I am a virgin, he said ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the Baby to be born will be holy, and He will be called the Son of God.’”
She looked at Joseph as she added. “It seems important that I remain a virgin until after the baby is born. There is a prophecy in the book of Isaiah which promises a Son of the Most High Who will be born of a virgin. I don’t know how… or when… I just know enough to say yes to the Almighty.”
The reality of what his fiancée had spoken finally hit him. This would not be his son.
He couldn’t speak.
A commotion down the street caught their attention. Mary stood and began gathering her things. “I’m sorry Josey. I have to go. But I’ll be back soon!” She smiled tentatively and tried to get him to look at her. But he wouldn’t.
Instead he finished gathering her things and walked with her to the manager of the caravan. As he pulled coins from his pouch and handed them to the man he added, “Take good care of her please. Good-bye Mary.”
Joseph turned and walked away without looking back. His heart was broken. Apparently Mary had been unfaithful and this was her way of covering the truth. No wonder she had stayed ill so many months after her father’s passing.
There had been another.
Chapter Twelve
Since she still wore the clothing of bereavement it did not seem unusual for the young woman to shed tears.
There were many.
Mary knew she was being treated especially courteous by those traveling with her. She recognized some from her hometown but appreciated the caravan leader most of all. He and his wife seemed to take Joseph’s words to heart. In less than a week she gained safe passage to the Judean hills where her relatives made their home.
But her heart was with Joseph. She wondered if she had lost him forever. What man would believe the words she had spoken? Plus his good-bye had seemed so final.
Perhaps her Aunt Elizabeth would help her make sense of it all.
As she entered the house she spoke a greeting and was surprised at Elizabeth’s response. Joyfully her elderly aunt cried out. “God has blessed you above all women, and your child is blessed! Why am I so honored that the mother of my Lord should visit me? When I heard your greeting, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. You are blessed because you believed that the Lord would do what He said!”
The two unlikely mothers hugged each other and laughed. Mary felt as if her heart might explode with praise if she kept silent any longer. Nearly shouting she cried,
“Oh, how my soul praises the Lord! How my spirit rejoices in God my Savior! For He took notice of His lowly servant girl and from now on all generations will call me blessed! For the Mighty One is holy, and He has done great things for me. He shows mercy from generation to generation to all who fear Him. His mighty arm has done tremendous things! He has scattered the proud and haughty ones. He has brought down princes from their thrones and exalted the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away with empty hands. He has helped His servant Israel and remembered to be merciful. For He made this promise to our ancestors, to Abraham and his children forever!”
Together the women cried tears of joy then laughed as Elizabeth placed Mary’s hand over the baby who continued to jump for joy in her tummy.
Elizabeth asked her young relative as she led her to sit down. “How far along are you dear?”
Mary was glad to finally be able to talk about her heavenly visitor. “The angel came to me with the news only seven days ago. I traveled here right away since I knew you would understand. He said you are in your sixth month so I was hoping to stay with you until your son is born. Maybe I can be of some help to you. Plus my time of mourning my father’s passing will be over. By then maybe Joseph will know if he wants to follow through with our marriage.”
Elizabeth peered into Mary’s eyes. “So you have told Joseph? Does he understand that you carry the very Son of God?”
Mary shook her head slowly. “He knows that the baby is not his since we have not yet been together as husband and wife. But I’m afraid he thinks there has been another. He was very sad when I told him the news. My heart aches to think he could consider me unfaithful. On the journey here I prayed that the Lord would comfort him. Only our heavenly Father can give Josey peace. I trust that with the miracle of bearing God’s Son, He will provide everything needed, even a husband to care for us.”
Elizabeth hugged her young “daughter” and held her tongue. If word got out of Mary’s pregnancy, the girl could be in grave danger. The law specifically demanded that an adulterous woman should be stoned to death. Surely God had a plan.
Though Elizabeth spoke not a word of her fears, Mary knew the law very well. She comforted Elizabeth with the same comfort with which she assured herself.
“If we make the Lord our refuge, if we make the Most High our shelter, no evil will conquer; no plague will come near our home; for He will order His angels to protect us wherever we go!”
Tears slipped down the face of the Godly old woman. “Yes my beloved sister. You are blessed because you believe that the Lord will do what He says! That is a rare quality and likely the reason you have been chosen to bear the Savior!”
Chapter Thirteen
Joseph seemed to carry the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. Though broad, they slumped with sadness. Dutifully he finished the home he had so lovingly prepared for Mary. But he doubted she would ever live there. He wondered whether to speak to his father about the things Mary told him. Only a few days earlier Joseph had convinced him to talk to his mother about going ahead with the wedding. Now it was impossible. Not only had Mary left Nazareth, but she had also confessed to carrying a child.
His father’s cheerful tone broke through Joseph’s misery.
“Good news my son! I have spoken to your mother and all is ready! How would you feel about claiming your beautiful bride tomorrow at sundown? Is a day enough time to make yourself presentable to the girl of your dreams?”
His father Jacob seemed as excited as Joseph had been earlier.
He wondered what to say. He must be careful. Mary’s honor and perhaps even her life depended on it. Though it was hard to admit, Joseph still loved her very much.
“I’m sorry father. Mary has gone to be with her Aunt Elizabeth for a few months… at least until the bereavement year for her father is finished. So no wedding feast tomorrow. But please thank mother for me.”
Jacob realized his son avoided looking at him and even continued as if too busy to talk about the matter. Something was amiss. Perhaps his youngest had cold feet. Otherwise, why would he allow Mary to make such a journey so close to the wedding?
He put his arm about Joseph’s shoulders and noticed his sadness. “Talk to me son. What’s going on?”
Joseph sighed. Surely his father could be trusted in such a delicate matter. Besides, the man had wisdom far beyond what Joseph could hope for. He looked into his father’s eyes searching for help.
Recognizing the hesitation of the young man before him, Jacob encouraged his youngest to speak. “As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. Speak my son. Whatever is on your mind, I assure you I have been there before.”
Joseph managed a laugh then a deep sigh.
“It’s Mary. She said an angel visited her.”
Jacob was surprised. “Well… you were right to laugh. I have never seen an angel. In fact, God has been silent for over four hundred years. But if Mary says she’s been visited by a heavenly being, I would trust the girl. There is no one in Nazareth as virtuous as Mary.”
Joseph sat down and his father sat beside him. He wondered whether to continue. The matter must be settled. At least his father knew enough of Mary to believe her word. He hated to cast doubt on the woman he loved.
Jacob urged his son to continue. “What did the angel reveal?”
Joseph remained silent as his father patiently waited.
Finally Joseph said the words. “Mary says she is to bear the Messiah. Apparently she is with child… but it is not mine. I have not been with her.” He looked at his father. “I don’t know what to do.”
Jacob couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of all the women in Nazareth Mary was the least likely to give herself to another. Jacob had been thrilled when his son chose her for his bride. Now this?
He paced the floor and stroked his beard. Suddenly he became angry and his words were frightening.
“Joseph! What if she has been assaulted? She lives alone in the poorest part of Nazareth! What if someone hurt her and no one heard her cry for help? She is a beautiful girl and I know that more than one man has had his eye on her. That’s why I kept urging you to act quickly! The poor girl probably left home so she could feel safe until you make her your wife.”
Joseph had wondered the same. But why wouldn’t Mary tell him? Instead she had made up a tale about bearing God’s Son and not fulfilling her role as Joseph’s wife in order to remain “pure.” None of it made sense… unless someone powerful had taken advantage of her and threatened the safety of her loved ones.
“Simon!” Jacob suddenly uttered the name under his breath. “Heli told me the man proposed to Mary before you did yet she turned him away. He must have been so angry! Plus he has the power and resources to get anything he wants without answering to the law!”
Joseph thought on his father’s explanation and it suddenly made more sense to him than anything else he could think of. But there was still the problem of what to do.
Once Jacob calmed down a bit, Joseph spoke.
“But father, I love her. No one has to know that the child is not mine. I could travel to Judea, bring her home, and no one would be the wiser.”
Jacob thought on his son’s words and eventually offered his advice.
“But you will know Joseph. I think that if she continues to repeat the angel story you should give her a bill of divorcement. I know you care for her but you must be sure you can trust her to be truthful… and faithful. God’s law demands it.”
Joseph put his head in his hands as he realized his father’s words were wise.
Chapter Fourteen
Old Zechariah shuffled about the house as if nervously awaiting someone’s arrival. Elizabeth and Mary quietly smiled at the man’s excitement. Eventually he walked outside.
“He hasn’t spoken since he saw the angel in the temple. Apparently God’s messenger struck him silent because of his unbelief. But he writes notes continually. The anticipation of having a son has brought such joy to our home. Our prayers so long ago have finally been answered!”
Mary smiled at the precious old woman who could no longer hide her growing midsection. Together they sewed clothes for the boys they would have. Elizabeth’s time was growing near while Mary was still dealing with morning sickness.
“Our son is to be named John. No one in either of our families has that name, but that is what the angel Gabriel said to call him.”
Mary looked up from her work. “The angel’s name was Gabriel? That is the same angel the Lord sent to the prophet Daniel. I wonder if the angel who came to me was Gabriel.”
Elizabeth smiled. “You my daughter certainly know the Scriptures well. The first day you arrived you greeted me with beautiful words of life from our Lord. No wonder you are to bear the Messiah. He will certainly grow up in a home where the Word of His Father is taught!”
“Thanks to my beloved parents! Oh how often they repeated the glorious truths. I have dreamed of doing the same for my own children. Now sweet Jesus, my firstborn, will get to hear the Words of His Father from my own lips and know they have forever changed my life.”
“So your little one will be named Jesus? How fitting! I’m sure you know it means “God with us.” Did you pick His name yourself?”
Mary shook her head. “The angel revealed it to me. I wonder what Josey is thinking about all this. I guess I’ll know soon enough.” She busied herself with her work and tried to think on the things she knew to be true. Joseph was good and would never do anything to hurt her. But more importantly, the Almighty was good too and had promised to be her shield and protection. Even if her only job was to bring the Savior into the world, that would be enough. What an honor! Happily she could join her Abba and Ima without regrets.
Elizabeth placed her gnarled hand upon that of the precious girl beside her.
“It’s time dear Mary. Send Zechariah for the mid-wife. Or better still, go yourself. By the time he gets there I will have birthed this baby without her.”
Mary laughed, hugged her aunt and rushed from the house. In the courtyard Zechariah paced and prayed. Apparently the old man had sensed the time was near. Mary motioned him inside and hurried away.
Chapter Fifteen
The months without Mary seemed like a lifetime. Joseph still didn’t know what to do. She would be home soon and then what? He dreaded the conversation they must have and rehearsed it often in his head. No matter the outcome, he could not consider shaming her publicly. A private bill of divorcement would be the best option. He tossed on his bed as he thought of her. Their new home was perfect with plenty of hand-crafted furniture fashioned with her in mind. It only made him sadder.
He fell into a fitful sleep while asking the Almighty for direction.
As clear as day, an angel appeared to him with the answer.
“Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife. For the Child within her was conceived by the Holy Spirit. She will have a Son, and you are to name Him Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.”
He sat straight up and looked around the room. The angel was no longer there. It mattered not as the message was clear. An old familiar passage from the book of Isaiah came to him as he considered the dream.
“Look! The virgin will conceive a Child! She will give birth to a Son, and they will call Him Immanuel, which means ‘God is with us.’”
It had been right in front of him. The virgin the prophet spoke of was his own Mary! This virtuous woman had not been untruthful or promiscuous or any of the other things he had so foolishly considered. Sweet Mary was chosen by the Lord God Almighty! Just as she said, the Baby’s name would be Jesus!
Joseph shook his head as the reality of his role sank in. He was to be the assumed father of God’s own Son. Together they would raise this Boy who would, as the angel said, “Save His people from their sins!”
“Hallelujah!” he shouted then covered his mouth. He’d wake the whole family if he didn’t contain himself. The walls were not that thick!
Quickly he dressed and thought of his next step. He must get to Mary and tell her of the angel’s visit. Suddenly he recalled the day she shared the same news with him. How sad she must have been when he didn’t believe her! Now three months later she probably still wondered where Joseph stood even as the very Son of God grew within her. As he gathered his things he prayed for his beloved Mary. Soon they would be together sharing the wonderful privilege assigned by God.
But first he must tell his father.
Chapter Sixteen
Jacob was less than thrilled when his son woke him. “It can wait til morning! Your mother and I have worried enough over the woman. Go back to bed before you wake the others!”
Joseph would not be quieted. He must leave immediately and wanted his father’s blessing.
“Please father, I must tell you my news! A mighty angel appeared to me in a dream and I’m leaving to fetch Mary right away. Come so we can speak privately!”
Jacob sighed. “Oy! More angels! Enough already!”
His mother rolled over and lit the lantern. “Whatever you have to say can be said with me present. I know about your fiancée and the child she carries. You must put her away Joseph. She is not worthy of your devotion and I certainly don’t want her living amongst us.”
Joseph was deeply wounded. His mother’s words and his father’s sudden outburst surprised him.
“Quiet woman!” Jacob was angry that his wife spoke so callously. She would not be aware of the situation at all except that she had purposely eavesdropped. Then she had freely spoken the gossip to the other women of the house and nagged Jacob continually to push Joseph regarding the divorce.
Joseph tried again to defend Mary.
“Father, mother, please… I beg of you. God sent an angel tonight to direct me. I am to take Mary as my wife. She is the virgin spoken of by Isaiah who will bring the Messiah into the world. I have been chosen to protect them. And I need your blessing.”
Jacob could tell his son would not be deterred so he rose from his bed. “Take whatever you need. Here. I have a little money tucked away. Use it wisely. But be very careful son. Wait until daybreak and find traveling companions. The road between here and Judea is filled with robbers. May the Lord be with you.”
He hugged his son as he whispered.
“I am sorry that your mother will never believe the story you and Mary have… agreed upon. The wedding cannot be here. You would be wise to have Mary’s uncle do the ceremony. Perhaps stay with them a while. Maybe that will answer some of the questions that will come later when it is apparent that the girl carries a child before marriage.”
Joseph was crushed. His father’s words revealed his doubt in Joseph’s character. His mother’s mournful sobs followed him as he left the family home without their blessing.
Chapter Seventeen
Elizabeth’s strength was nearly gone. Mary held her hand and stroked her wrinkled brow. “You can do it Auntie! Stay strong! The mid-wife sees the head. One more big push and that son of yours will be making his presence known! Come on now… PUSH!!!”
Elizabeth bore down and pushed with all the energy she had left. She would deliver the boy or she would die trying!
Her scream fell on deaf ears but old Zechariah could tell by the looks on the faces of the crowd that had gathered. His wife was nearing the end. He fell to his knees and begged the Lord for mercy. This life-long companion had been his rock, his love, his thorn in the flesh, his best friend since they were wed so long ago. Together they had mourned the years without children. Then later they watched again as couples around them filled their homes with grandchildren. Often they had prayed that God would lift the curse that seemed to cover their home though they faithfully served Him year after year. Then finally they found themselves content with just each other. If he lost her now…
Silently the old man begged God for her life.
“Please dear God of mercies, let her live to enjoy the little one You so graciously have given us. He will be strong, a man of power and strength like Elijah as he prepares the way for the Messiah. Your angel told me that much. But Elizabeth! She is so frail. Please God… I beg of You… spare her life for me. I fear that I cannot go on without her.”
A hand on his shoulder caused him to look up. Mary stood by his side weeping.
Yet she smiled.
She beckoned the old man into the room where his wife lay motionless. On her belly rested a healthy baby boy. But Elizabeth didn’t move.
Zechariah knelt beside the wife of his youth and stroked her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled. Her hand trembled as she reached for her husband.
“We did it old man!” Tears of joy mixed with exhaustion streamed down her face. To Zechariah, she had never looked more beautiful. She cried as she whispered,
“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, praise His sweet holy Name!”
Zechariah kissed her hand and silently praised God for sparing her life. Carefully he lifted his son and rested his tiny head on his shoulder. The old man wanted to shout the praise and joy that welled up within him but his voice would not come. Instead he cried tears of thanksgiving over the baby he held in his arms.
Mary too was exhausted. She walked outside and down the hill to her favorite grove of trees. Olive blossoms floated on the warm gentle wind. Alone there she knelt and cried out to God. She missed Joseph and wondered if he still cared. Reclining in the soft grass she felt herself drifting.
Peace washed over her soul as she realized. If God could perform such a miracle in Zechariah and Elizabeth’s life, He would surely see Mary through the days ahead… with or without Joseph.
For as the angel had said, “Nothing is impossible with God!”
Chapter Eighteen
Joseph milled about town hoping to find other travelers so as not to go alone. His patience was spent. He was about to strike out on his own when a band of men approached. By the looks of things they were sojourners too. After a few inquiries which revealed they were on their way to Jerusalem to visit the temple he decided they’d make good traveling companions.
Each evening they set up camp before dark and shared food. He was glad for the bread his mother had baked ahead of time. Perhaps he would be able to appease her at some point once he and Mary got settled into married life. He knew most of his mother’s anxiety was about how things would appear to their friends and neighbors. Joseph wondered if eventually the Son of God would be able to win his mother over. He smiled at the thought. The woman had always been a pushover for little boys.
After days of traveling the group arrived in Jerusalem. Though Joseph had been there many times he was still in awe of the temple. But his heart was with Mary in the Judean hillside. Though his companions urged him to stay, he was determined to finish his journey. Just as they were parting ways he spotted a group of folks headed toward the temple. Had his eyes deceived him?
It was her!
He broke into a run toward the group then stopped before he made a fool of himself on a public street. Her smile was his reward as she too nearly hugged him for joy.
“Josey! You’re here! What brings you to Jerusalem?”
He bowed but never took his eyes off her. “Why you dear Mary! I was hoping to see you!”
Though she laughed, tears sprang to her eyes. Joseph had not abandoned her.
“Come! We are going to the temple for the circumcision of Zechariah and Elizabeth’s baby boy. Just look at their handsome son!”
Old Zechariah beamed as Elizabeth presented the child.
“Wow! He’s quite an armload! Look at all that hair! Next year at this time he’ll have a beard like his papa!”
The group laughed at Joseph’s words then made their way inside. Mary gazed at her fiancé and thought about what a wonderful father he would make. No wonder God had chosen him to be her husband!
Chapter Nineteen
As the group of neighbors and friends entered the temple Mary lingered to talk with Joseph. “I’m so thankful the Lord allowed you to witness this wonderful day! The angel Gabriel appeared to Zechariah to let him know that he would have a son. This little boy will grow up to be like Elijah and prepare the way for the Messiah! Uncle Zechariah has been unable to speak since the angel appeared. But look at him! He is so happy! And Aunt Elizabeth is more alive than ever. As the angel said to me, “Nothing is impossible with God!”
Joseph smiled and whispered. “The Lord sent an angel to me too. He said we are to name His Son Jesus, just like you said!” Joseph bent low to speak so only Mary could hear. “I’m sorry I didn’t receive your news at first. God knows I am a stubborn and stiff-necked man. How could I not believe you dear woman? Can you forgive me?”
Mary’s heart beat fast at the nearness of Joseph as he whispered. Softly she replied.
“Yes my love. I have been praying for you night and day!”
Voices came from the crowd near Zechariah and Elizabeth. There seemed to be a dispute about something. Mary hoped her relatives would not allow anything to spoil their beautiful day.
“But there’s no one in all of your family named John. He should be called Zechariah after his father!” Elizabeth gave the order in no uncertain terms. “His name is JOHN!”
Certain ones in the crowd gestured to Zechariah regarding the child’s name. They couldn’t believe these faithful servants of God would break tradition and name the child such a common name. Obviously the boy was born to greatness. Zechariah motioned for a writing tablet and to everyone’s surprise [except Elizabeth’s] he wrote, “His name is John.” Instantly Zechariah could speak and he began praising God. Filled with the Holy Spirit he prophesied in a strong voice.
“Praise the Lord, the God of Israel because He has visited and redeemed His people.
He has sent us a mighty Savior from the royal line of his servant David, just as he promised through His holy prophets long ago.
Now we will be saved from our enemies and from all who hate us.
He has been merciful to our ancestors by remembering His sacred covenant-
The covenant He swore with an oath to our ancestor Abraham.
We have been rescued from our enemies so we can serve God without fear, in holiness and righteousness for as long as we live.
And you, my little son, will be called the prophet of the Most High, because you will prepare the way for the Lord.
You will tell His people how to find salvation through forgiveness of their sins.
Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.”
Awe fell upon the whole crowd and the news of what had happened spread throughout the Judean hills. Everyone who heard about it reflected on the events and asked, “What will this child turn out to be?” For the hand of the Lord was surely upon him in a special way.
As Mary pondered all these things she wondered if her day could get any happier. To her great surprise, it did.
Chapter Twenty
As the community of friends made their way back to Emmaus they seemed to speak softly to one another as if sharing a secret. Mary hardly noticed. She was just happy to have Joseph near. After a journey of several hours, Zechariah suggested they stop for rest under a nice tree. The other families hurried on as their children were still full of energy. Mary was certainly glad for the rest and wondered at the strength of her elderly relatives. She hoped since Joseph had arrived unexpectedly she wouldn’t have to make her way back to Nazareth too soon. She still struggled with morning sickness, but more than that she hoped to help her aunt with the baby. Perhaps she could even learn things that would be helpful in days to come. As she silently pondered all of that, she noticed Joseph gazing at her. When he caught her eye he smiled mischievously.
Since it was only Zechariah’s family there, Joseph felt he could freely speak. In fact he was more comfortable with them than he was his own family, especially since his mother had revealed her disdain for Mary.
He decided to ask again what he had asked the old man privately. In fact he made sure Mary heard this time.
“Father Zechariah, Mary and I have been betrothed for nearly a year and a half. If her groom were to come for her, say… tomorrow evening, would you be willing to perform the marriage ceremony?”
Mary caught her breath and covered her mouth with her hand. Tears sprang to her eyes as her Uncle Zechariah answered.
“It would be my most holy honor dear son! Elizabeth and I have been a part of many weddings. But none as important and special as this! Plus we just happen to have an upper room where Mary stays now that can serve as the bridal suite. You may stay as long as you’d like. Once again God has provided ahead of time what we didn’t even know we needed!”
Elizabeth hugged Mary then pointed at Joseph with a crooked finger. “But for tonight, you will sleep in the courtyard!”
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Elizabeth brought the garment from a sturdy cedar box and held it out to Mary. “This wedding gown is about a hundred years old, but it’s yours if you want! I dreamed of passing it on to my daughter but it was not to be. Who knew our great God had a more wonderful plan. Now I can pass it on to you, the mother of the Son of God! Oh what a blessing my dear girl!”
Mary was overjoyed at the provision. Her own wedding garments were in Nazareth as she never dreamed Joseph would fetch her from her Uncle’s home. At last her days of bereavement were over. She could adorn herself in the beautiful wedding clothes for Joseph as they promised their faithfulness to one another.
The days that followed were filled with both sadness and wonder. Together they returned to Nazareth. But instead of taking his bride to the home he had so lovingly prepared, they chose to live in Heli’s old home. Gossip surrounded the couple especially since Joseph’s parents did not host a marriage celebration. Mary hid her condition as long as she could, but a short six months later it was very evident. Though it was nearly time for her to deliver, Joseph felt it best to take her with him to the home of their ancestors. The government census could not be ignored. But surely some of the many relatives that lived in Bethlehem would welcome them there.
Chapter Twenty One
Again they were disappointed. More family turned them away. To the local hostel they went, hoping beyond hope for a place to rest. The journey had been hard. Though Mary tried not to show it, she was in the beginning stages of labor. Deep breaths were no longer helping to relieve the pain. Four days of walking the rough countryside to Bethlehem were definitely taking their toll.
The concern on Joseph’s face was evident. Even the innkeeper turned them away. But a small cave-like stable out back would give them a place to rest.
Mary watched as her husband pitched new hay then spread a blanket. Before she could make her way to the makeshift bed her water burst forth in a gush.
“Oh… Josey!” She held her back in pain as reality hit. There was no time to fetch a mid-wife. The man she had not been intimate with would soon deliver her son.
Quickly Joseph helped her lie down. Gently he spoke as he smoothed her brow. “I know how private you are dear woman. But this is going to happen. I can’t risk leaving you to find help. But the Lord God Almighty is with us. HE will bring forth His Son!”
Mary let out an anguished cry and knew her husband spoke the truth. A few hours later, the bloody form of a healthy baby boy emerged. Quickly Joseph cleaned the child as best he could then passed him to his mother. Her arms trembled with exhaustion as she cuddled her infant son. Joseph washed then settled in beside her. Together they held each other and cried.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t provide a better place for you dear Mary.” Joseph reached for the boy as he apologized. “I was sure one of father’s uncles would show hospitality.”
Mary looked at her kind husband and silently thanked the Lord for him. “You did all you could my beloved. Now check the bag. I brought clothes for the baby.”
Joseph reached with his empty hand into the travel bag and pulled out swaddling. Mary spread the cloth on her lap then wrapped the newborn tightly.
“Elizabeth showed me how.” She smiled as she bundled her son. “That feeding trough will make a nice cradle for tonight. At least he can’t fall out of that.”
Joseph rose, emptied the manger, then added fresh straw.
Gazing at his wife holding her newborn, he whispered. “He’s got your curls.” Joseph shook his head in wonder. “Jesus! Sweet Son of God.” He smiled.
Mary laughed. “Yes Jehovah saves! And with Him, nothing is impossible!”
Finale
A young man sat on the hillside of his family land. Once again, he was working third shift with a few others. Nothing had stirred the flock for months now, yet here he was, watching sheep. He wondered to himself if his father’s words were true.
Gazing into the night sky, the verses played over in his head. His dad loved to quote Scripture.
“The faithful love of the LORD never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is His faithfulness; His mercies begin afresh each morning. I say to myself, ‘The LORD is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in Him!’ The LORD is good to those who depend on Him, to those who search for Him. So it is good to wait quietly for salvation from the LORD. And it is good for people to submit at an early age to the yoke of His discipline.”
He laughed a little. His dad always threw that last part in for good measure. Sure he was young, but it seemed like it was taking forever for him to really DO anything. Not only was he supposed to wait, but wait quietly, while he submitted to discipline. His dad liked to remind him often of the importance of being faithful in simple things. But shepherding is not all that noble. Would he ever be allowed to do anything really important?
Without warning, the darkness gave way to incredible radiant light. His heart felt as though it would melt in his chest. Never had he faced such fear. A voice came from the light, assuring him that all was well.
“I bring you good news of great joy to all people. The Savior- yes, the Messiah, the Lord- has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize Him by this sign: You will find the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”
Before he could question the wisdom of putting a baby in a feeding trough, the mighty angel that had spoken the words was surrounded! The skies were filled with a powerful army arrayed in light. Strength poured forth and thunderous voices shouted in unison,
“Glory to God! Glory to God in the Highest! Peace and good will toward men!!!”
He fell to his knees and realized he was worshipping with the heavenly host, very glad that the message was one of peace! Suddenly the visitors were gone. The night was dark once again. He rose on weak legs and moved toward his companions.
“Bethlehem is just across the way. Let’s go!”
Normally he would worry about the flock. But his gut told him his father would be glad he left the sheep to see the child the angels spoke of.
“He’s here!” shouted his friend.
He rounded the stalls and there, just as the angel had said, was a tiny baby. With the wrinkled face of a newborn, He stirred and gave a little cry. A tired mother rose to check on him. She lifted Him from the straw and said, “His Name is Jesus.”
The young shepherd tentatively reached for the child as his mother smiled. A prayer of praise rose from the depths of his soul.
“Why dear God, would You choose a simple shepherd like me? Thank You Father, for putting me with the flock tonight! Salvation has come, and I hold Him in my arms! OH! Just wait til I tell my Abba!”
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Purpose:
“But these are written so that you may believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by believing in Him you will have life by the power of His Name!” –John 20:31
I hope you enjoyed this fictional account of the birth of Christ. It’s only fictional in the minor details which help to put flesh and bones on a story. And sometimes it’s easier to share a story with a friend or relative than to open Scripture in the midst of a family gathering. So send it to whoever God puts on your heart. May the Lord bless the sharing of this story for His glory!
Resources:
Matthew chapter one and two
Luke chapter one and two
Psalm 23; 90; 91; 103
Lamentations 3:23
Jewish Betrothals and Weddings Weddings, Oasis Trade Links
Jewish Marriage Customs: Jewish marriage customs
The Jewish Wedding Analogy: Commentaries on Jewish Weddings
The Ancient Jewish Wedding: a Missing link in Christianity: Creation science-Jewish wedding-missing-link-christianity
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