
But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. — Matthew 1:20 KJV
But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. — Matthew 1:20 NIV
Reflection
A reassurance that exceeds all comprehension! For Joseph, this event marks the beginning of the Christ narrative. What he is unable to comprehend and what he had no hand in developing will now become the pioneering adventure of his own loyal and kind heart. He will provide a human mother and a human father for the One who will save the world. He will spend the rest of his life with the knowledge that a miracle took place with Mary despite the fact that he was not involved in any way. Because of his faith and the fact that God chose to use him in this story, each of us ought to be jolted into realizing the amazing opportunities that God may have in store for us. Why not make this December the month in which your heart is reawakened to the Holy One, who was born in Nazareth?
My Prayer
Heavenly Father, since I can remember, I have admired Joseph for the trust that he placed in you, since that trust allowed him to better cope with things that he did not understand. Now I come, with the tremendous joy and astonishment of Joseph, to be reminded once more of the wonder of your Son, who is also my Savior. Help me to get to know him better. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.
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