I don’t know how many times I’ve read this particular Bible story, but I suspect that it’s one of those stories that I always read a little too fast, and without giving enough attention to the details. I mean, I believe the story to be true, after all, I am a person of Christian beliefs. But just imagine how difficult it would have been for Mary to convince Joseph that yes, she was with child, but no, she had not been unfaithful to him. Think for a moment of the sheer terror she must of experienced as she contemplated breaking this news to her beloved. Next, consider Joseph’s predicament, as he could no longer deny the rumors that must have been circulating among the close-knit community as his betrothed was obviously beginning to show, and the apprehension he must have felt as he finally had no choice but to confront her. And then, loving her or not, he had to decide what to do about it, and remember, the culture of those times, in that place, was nothing like it is here, in modern times. No, once I gave this story the consideration it deserved, I realized this event contained some of the highest, most intense drama, of any story I had ever read. That’s why I love the “Morning Story and Dilbert Blog”, and why I had to reblog this particular posting. And if I can make any suggestion to you at all, it is simply that you read this short little story , this hypothetical letter from Joseph to his mother, with the attention that it deserves. If you do, I think you will agree with me that it must have been one of the toughest things a human being ever had to go through. Enjoy.
This is a two cup story… Kleenex needed….. Kenny T
We’re still in Bethlehem–Mary and I and little Jesus.
There were lots of things I couldn’t talk to you about last summer. You wouldn’t have believed me then, but maybe I can tell you now. I hope you can understand.
You know, Mom, I’ve always loved Mary. You and dad used to tease me about her when she was still a girl. She and her brothers used to play on our street. Our families got together for supper. But the hardest day of my life came scarcely a year ago when I was twenty and she only fifteen. You remember that day, don’t you?
The trouble started after we were betrothed and signed the marriage agreement at our engagement. That same spring Mary had left abruptly to visit her…
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