Joseph
It’s cold and drafty. She’s cold. Why couldn’t the boy have been born while we were still in Nazareth, instead of here, alone, no one to help. Only me, and I’ve never delivered a baby.
Fear not, Joseph.
I do believe God. I take him at his word. A baby. But not mine.
Take unto thee Mary.
Mary—how I love her. I love you, Mary. Here. Hold my hand. I’ll see that nothing goes wrong. No, God will see to that, he’ll take care of you. He’s got to—it’s his baby. Don’t be afraid.
She shall bring forth a son.
He’ll work beside me, help me smooth a yoke, build a house. I’ll get him a little saw, the boy and I will work together.
Call his name Jesus.
I like that name: Jesus, Joshua—he brought our people to this land. He was a leader, Joshua was. He was God’s man.
He shall save his people.
It’s beyond me. I’m just a carpenter, not a rabbi. How can he save, even after he comes of age? When Messiah comes…
…from their sins.
Things are so bad. People are so bad, not just the Romans, either. For that matter, I’m bad—I need a Savior. Mary, I’m here. Don’t be afraid—cry out, if you feel like it.