Summary: Each member of the body of Christ is called to be FAMILY!
First Baptist Church
February 24, 2002
November 24th was a cold night, it was around 12:30 am and I
had just fallen asleep when Debbie woke me up. She told me it
was time — time for Joshua to be born. We finally arrived at the
hospital at 3:00 AM, and even though there was no rush, and
there was no traffic, I did run a red light. I thought I had a good
excuse, honestly, it was not that big a deal. After doing all the
preliminary things you have to do, we got settled into our room.
Time passed . . . more time passed and more time passed. Joshua
wasn’t in all that much of a rush to enter the world.
The doctor ordered some medicine to get Joshua to move a little
quicker, and Debbie got an epidural to take away the pain of the
medicine the doctor had given her to make Joshua move little
quicker. Well, time continued to pass and I was tired and hungry
and Debbie was sleeping. It was now around 5:00 PM and I was
doing what expectant dads are supposed to be doing, I was
pacing. I was walking up and down the hallways.
After all, I didn’t want to go to the cafeteria to get some food,
what if something I happened and I missed the birth of my child?
Nope, I ate cookies and crackers and drank coffee. To be totally
honest, I was bored. You may wonder, ‘how can you be bored
when your child is about to be born?’ Well, he wasn’t doing
anything and Debbie was sleeping, and I was hungry. Nothing
Debbie finally woke up around 5:30 and said she felt pressure and
discomfort, I told the nurse Debbie had some pain and wondered
aloud if the epidural was wearing off. I thought it might make it
seem more urgent for the nurse. She was just about to get
something to eat, but figured she would check Debbie and go eat.
The nurse asked Debbie a couple of questions and as an
after-thought decided to examine Debbie, just to monitor her
My memory isn’t always good, but I do remember what the nurse
said next. She shouted, "she’s a 10 and the baby is a +2. Get Dr.
Carroll here now!!!!" I have to be honest again, I almost freaked
out. It may not make a whole lot of sense, but when the nurse
went ballistic I realized for the first time, ‘Oh my God, we’re
having a baby!’ I’m not stupid, I knew we were having a baby,
but the reality of it hit me like a ton of bricks. I thought, "I’m not
ready, I’m too young, no, I’m too old. . . no matter, I’m not sure
about this." Obviously, there was no turning back.
Well, that began at 5:30, the nurse had another doctor come in to
deliver Joshua, and finally at 7:00 PM, Debbie delivered Joshua.
When he was born, I was standing on Debbie’s right side and
when the doctor pulled him out, Joshua’s head was turned towards
me and his eyes were wide open. I mean there were WIDE
OPEN. It was the most awesome sight I have ever seen. There
was my little boy, just born, staring at me, wondering "who’s that
crying, blubbering person?"
Have you ever wondered what Mary was thinking as she saw her
little boy, her first born, hanging from the cross. People were
yelling, screaming, insulting, spitting and throwing rocks. She must
have wanted to comfort her boy — but she couldn’t, there was no
comforting, there were screams of pain, agony, blood dripping
down His naked, battered body. He was thirsty, but there was no
satisfying His thirst. The same body she diapered, the same
person she watched grow from a helpless infant. . . was being
crucified. Mary was broken hearted. She would remember what
the prophet Simeon said, when Mary and Joseph brought baby
Jesus into the temple to have Him dedicated, he predicted ‘a
sword would pierce her own soul.’ The cross was that sword,
and her soul was being pierced.
There is no mention of Joseph, and most scholars believe he had
died somewhere between the time Jesus went to the temple at 12
years of age and the time of Jesus’ death. None of Mary’s other
children were there. Instead, Mary is surrounded by family and
friends — there was Mary’s sister, Salome; there was Mary, the
wife of Clopas: there was Mary Magdalene; and the disciple
whom Jesus loved, John. Five people . . . waiting, watching,
It was between 9:00 am and noon when Jesus looked over to His
mother and John. He looked at His mother and said "Dear