Fifty years
ago (July 27, 1970), my father (Afton) was called home to Christ.
My
reflections in this forum are usually homiletic on specific Scripture passages,
but today, as on every July 27th, I’m being led by the Holy Spirit
to reflect on fatherhood; specifically, the Patron Saint of fatherhood, St.
Joseph and my dad.
Everything
we know about the husband of Mary and the foster father of Jesus comes from
Scripture. Even though there are few
words about him in the Bible, we still get to know quite a lot about him.
We know he
was a carpenter, a working man, because the skeptical Nazarenes ask about
Jesus, "Is this not the carpenter's son?" (Matthew 13:55).
He wasn't
rich because when he took Jesus to the Temple to be circumcised and Mary to be
purified he offered the sacrifice of two turtledoves (or a pair of pigeons),
allowed only for those who couldn’t afford a lamb (Luke 2:24).
Despite his humble work and means, Joseph came
from a royal lineage. Luke and Matthew
disagree a little about the details of Joseph's genealogy but they both mark
his descent from David, the greatest king of Israel (Matthew 1:1-16 and Luke
3:23-38). Indeed, the angel who first
tells Joseph (in a dream) about Jesus greets him as "son of David," a
royal title used also for Jesus.
We know
Joseph was a compassionate, caring man. When
he discovered Mary was pregnant after they had been betrothed, he knew the
child wasn’t his and was as yet unaware that she was carrying the Son of God. He planned to divorce Mary according to the
law, but he was concerned for her suffering and safety. He knew that women accused of adultery could
be stoned to death, so he decided to divorce her quietly and not expose her to
shame or cruelty (Matthew 1:19-25).
We know
Joseph was man of faith, obedient to whatever God asked of him without knowing
the outcome. When the angel came to
Joseph in a dream and told him the truth about the child Mary was carrying,
Joseph immediately and without question or concern for gossip, took Mary as his
wife. When the angel came again to tell
him that his family was in danger, he immediately left everything he owned, all
his family and friends, and fled to a strange country with his young wife and
the baby. He waited in Egypt without
question until the angel told him it was safe to go back (Matthew 2:13-23).
We know
Joseph loved Jesus. His one concern was for the safety of this Child entrusted
to him. Not only did he leave his home
to protect Jesus, but upon his return settled in the obscure town of Nazareth
out of fear for His life. When Jesus
stayed in the temple after a family pilgrimage to Jerusalem when He was twelve
years old, we’re told Joseph (along with Mary) searched for Him with great
anxiety for three days (Luke 2:48).
We also know
that Joseph treated Jesus as his own son because over and over the people of
Nazareth say of Jesus, "Is this not the son of
Joseph?" (Luke
4:22)
We know
Joseph respected God. He followed God's
commands in handling the situation with Mary and going to Jerusalem to have
Jesus circumcised and Mary purified after Jesus' birth. We’re told that he took his family to
Jerusalem every year for Passover, something that couldn’t have been easy for a
working man.
There is
much we wish we could know about Joseph; where and when he was born, how he
spent his days, when and how he died. But
God, through Sacred Scripture, has left us with the most important and only
thing we need to know, which is who he was; "a righteous
man" (Matthew
1:18).
The more I
reflect on this great and holy man, my thoughts keep turning to another man who
had many of the same traits— a loving, hard-working husband and father; poor, humble,
and righteous, who was called to his reward fifty years ago today.
O God, You have commanded us to honor our
father and mother. Have compassion in
Your mercy, on the soul of my father; forgive him his sins, and grant that I
may see him in the joy of eternal brightness. I ask you this through Your Son Jesus Christ,
our Lord, Who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, One God forever
and ever. Amen.
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