Nothing stirs so many questions as does the
birth of Christ. The innkeeper too busy to welcome God-did
he ever learn who he turned away? The shepherds-did they
ever hum the song the angels sang? The wise men who
followed the star-what was it like to worship a toddler?
And Joseph, especially Joseph. I've got
questions for Joseph.
by Max Lucado
What was he thinking while Jesus was being
born? He'd done all he could do-he'd made Mary as
comfortable as she could be in a barn and then he stepped out.
She'd asked to be alone, and Joseph has never felt more so.
In that eternity between his wife's dismissal
and Jesus' arrival, what was he thinking? He walked into the
night and looked into the stars. Did he pray?
I wonder what he said … This isn't the way I
planned it, God. This doesn't seem right. What
kind of husband am I? I provide no midwife to aid my wife.
No bed to rest her back. Her pillow is a
blanket from my donkey. My house for her is a shed of hay
Did I miss something? Did I, God?
You've stood where Joseph stood.
Caught between what God says and what makes sense.
You've done what he told you to do only to wonder if it was
him speaking in the first place. You've stared into a sky
blackened with doubt.
If you are asking what Joseph asked, let me
urge you to do what Joseph did. Obey. That's what he
did. He obeyed when the angel called. He obeyed
when Mary explained. He obeyed when God sent.
Just like Joseph, you can't see the whole
picture. Just like
Joseph your task is to see that Jesus is brought into your part of your
world. And just like Joseph you have a choice:
to obey or disobey. Because Joseph obeyed, God used him to
change the world.
Can he do the same with