When we consider Christ’s birth, we don’t always think of Joseph’s courage and devotion as he remains committed to Mary and to raising God’s son as his own. These lines from Catherine Alder’s poem “Advent Hands” help portray Joseph’s humanness.
“I see the hands of Joseph.
Back and forth along bare wood they move.
There is worry in those working hands,
sorting out confusing thoughts with every stroke.
‘How can this be, my beautiful Mary now with child?’
Rough with deep splinters, these hands,
small, painful splinters like tiny crosses
embedded deeply in his choice to stay with her.”