Summary: Parable for Christmas Eve service.
Until the 1960’s it was not customary for fathers to be physically present in the room while their children were being born.
Birthing was the realm of women, and men were not Lamaze coaches. They were not hand holders or breathing assistants. They were outside – where men belonged.
So when Mary told Joseph that her water had broken and that it was time for the baby to come – he ran to a nearby house and was able to summon a midwife and her apprentice.
After he escorted them to the stable he didn’t go back in himself – but he stood outside to wait. And as he was out there on that crystal clear night – with the sound of cattle lowing and the occasional muffled chatter of women’s voices in the background – he paced. Back and forth. Then he’d sit on the large rock. Then he’d pace. Then he’d sit. Then he’d pace – and ponder – trying to figure out what in the world was the meaning of it all.
The pregnancy – the angelic visions – the unexpected trip to Bethlehem. Something was happening. He didn’t know what and he still wasn’t totally sure that he wanted to be a part of it.
And as he was turning the events over in his mind and pacing the 50 feet in front of the stable door – suddenly from the shadow the figure of a man appeared walking his direction.
Joseph knew that he should have been afraid of figures in the dark but at that point he was just looking for company – anything to help distract him from the deluge of confusion. And the figure did not look at all threatening. To the contrary it moved as a stiff old man. And he slowly emerged from the shadow cast by a large sycamore tree.
“Shalom, good sir”, he greet Joseph. “Do you know where a weary traveler might find a place for the night?”
“Shalom, Father,” Joseph respectfully replied to the man who was obviously his senior. “I am afraid that there is no room left in the whole town. As a matter of fact my wife and I couldn’t find a place to stay so we ended up in this stable. But as it would happen her time has come and the midwives are in there now.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re standing in the dark and the cold. Perhaps you’ll have a son!”
“Indeed, I’m sure I will. God has told me as much,” said Joseph, with a slight hint of pride.
“Really?” the stranger replied with a curious voice. “How did this come about?”
The man came closer to hear Joseph’s story.
“Well, it’s like this,” explained Joseph, as he launched into all the details of how he was betrothed to this beautiful young woman and then she announced to him that God was going to provide a baby through her and that indeed she was at that moment with child.
“Hmm?” said the old man, I’ve been around awhile, longer than you think just by looking at me, and I can tell you that women are prone to make up such things to save themselves from their shame – and a beating. If you ask me she had someone on the side that no one knew about. I’ve seen it before – probably a fieldhand...”
“No, I don’t think so,” Joseph firmly replied. “You see, I was getting ready to divorce her. But an angel appeared to me in a dream and told me that I was to continue with the marriage because this was a child from God. And not just that but that I should name him ‘Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.’”