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Christmas Voices

by Joseph Bayly IV

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.

 

Emmanuel.

God

with us, Mary. God’s with us, and here’s the baby. Listen to him cry. Where did

you put the bands to wrap him in? I love you, Mary. And I love your son—our

son.

 

Shepherd

It’s a

night for lambing, a dark one. No moon or stars. It’s good we built this fire.

—What’s that?

Fear not.

Don’t

be afraid? When you see an angel, big as life? And hear its voice rock the

whole countryside? I’m glad this hole is here.

For, behold, I bring good tidings of great joy.

I wish

it’d go away. Or lower its voice. ‘Great joy’ sounds good, though. I could sure

use some. Do you suppose that’s a real, honest-to-goodness angel?

…which shall be to all people.

Impossible.

How can the same news be good for the Roman swine and for us? The angel must be

Jewish, like God. It probably means ‘to all Jews.’

For unto you is born this day in the City of David…

In

Bethlehem? Little Bethlehem, where I was born? Impossible. Maybe Jerusalem, but

not Bethlehem.

…a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

The

Messiah, born tonight, born in Bethlehem? We’ve waited for centuries, and no

Messiah. Tonight’s a night for a lamb to be born, not a Messiah.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the

babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

The

Messiah born in a stable? A baby all wrapped up? Impossible. A lamb in a

stable, a king in a palace. —Hey, look at that, a whole army of angels. More

than a Roman legion. And what a bright light!

Glory to God in the highest…

They

must be able to hear that the whole way to Bethlehem.

…on earth peace, good will toward men.

Peace,

that’s great. Especially if it means the Romans will leave our country. But

‘good will toward men’? They must mean toward Jews, if they’re really speaking

for God. —Hey, where did they go? It’s dark again. They’re gone. Did you see

that? Did you hear what they said? Wait till I tell the wife about this. Let’s

go to Bethlehem and see what they were talking about. Maybe we’ll find the

Messiah, maybe we’ll only find a lamb. In a stable, mind you.

 

Look at

the newborn. A perfect little thing, like a lamb without blemish.

The Father

My Son

Farewell.

A body I’ve prepared for you

in Mary

Jewish girl

betrothed to Joseph

Jewish carpenter.

You who have been with me

from everlasting days

who with me made all things

including earth and man

and Mary

tonight become a creature vulnerable

baby most helpless.

The swirling cloud

takes you to her

through darkest night.

I send an angel army to protect

proclaim your birth.

You’ll grow

and spend a few days’ light

then darkest noon

and you’ll return.

I’ll have the dust of earth

virgin’s fruit

at my right hand

forevermore.

Tonight I joy

that you delight to do my will

take God-sized step

to earth and womb

and tree.

My Son, Farewell.

 

I hear a baby’s cry.

 

Mary

Wretched

place to be delivered. Birthplace of oxen, of asses, of vermin. Pain. Travail

in a stable.

Fear not, Mary.

Stench

of manure. Straw, pungent, acrid. Birth pangs in a stable.

For thou hast found favor with God.

Pain.

My first baby. A boy. Born in a stable, born away from home. Nine months. Nine

long months.

Thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a

son.

A son.

My son. Strange thought—not his. Pain. My son, my Savior. Our Savior.

Thou shalt call his name Jesus.

Jesus.

Jesus. Pain. He shall lead our people into the Promised Land. Beautiful name.

Jesus, my first baby. A boy.

He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the

Highest.

God’s

Son in a stable? Birthplace of oxen, birthplace of vermin? Pain, what pain. Son

of the highest.

The Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his

father, David.

Palaces,

not stables, for kings. Pain. Pain. Stables for asses, for sheep. For a little

lamb.

Of his kingdom there shall be no end.

David’s

kingdom ended. Every kingdom ends. Pain. His kingdom… Pain. It will never end.

Never. Pain. Greater than King David. Pain. Pain. My baby. My Savior. Pain.

Pain. Pain. Joseph, Joseph.

 

My

baby. Those fingers, so tiny. Round little arms and legs. My baby.

That holy thing that is born of thee…

Cover

him up. Wind it tight. Drafty old stable. Stars through the roof. Smelly

manger, hard and cold.

He shall be called the Son of God.

Those

hands, those tiny, perfect little hands. They made the stars, the earth. God’s

Son, my Savior, my baby. It’s cold tonight. Cover the hands, too.

 

Joseph

T. Bayly

Decision Magazine

December,

1974