This past spring, I was asked to write a monologue for part of the drama our Church presented in a musical. The part I was asked to write was for Joseph (Husband of Mary the mother of Jesus).
While we have no way of knowing what Joseph thought, felt or said, the following is what the Lord impressed on me as I prayed about what to write. I prayed that whatever came out would honor the Lord. My prayer now is that it blesses you.
Dreams. Dreams from the Lord. He sent them at times when I despaired of knowing which way to go. He sent them only for me to give me exactly what I needed to remain obedient to Him.
The first dream came after I found out that Mary, who was to be my wife, was pregnant. Even though my heart was breaking from this news, I didn’t want to see her disgraced. I love her. I always have.
So the Lord sent His angel in a dream to tell me not to be afraid to take Mary as my wife, because the child inside her was from the Holy Spirit. He even told me that we should name him Jesus, which means Jehovah saves, because he would save us, his people, from our sin.
I obeyed even though I knew what it would mean. Even though I knew I would be raising a child that was not mine and that people who knew would always look on him and his mother with criticism, thinking she had been unfaithful to me. I knew different. She has always been faithful to me.
I did what was required of me by law and took Mary, heavy with child, to Bethlehem to register for the tax. Even Caesar obeys God, for you see, the prophets have foretold that Messiah would be born in Bethlehem.
After a time the Lord sent me another dream, in which His angel told me to take Mary and Jesus to Egypt because King Herod would try to kill the child. I woke up from the dream and obeyed immediately, going as fast as we could to the place the Lord had prepared for us.
But we were not to stay there. Another prophecy needed to be fulfilled. The prophet Hosea foretold that the Lord would call His son out of Egypt. Yet another prophecy told that the child would be called a Nazarene and so the angel told me to take him to Nazareth in Galilee to live.
Knowing what this would mean, I obeyed, even though we had to return to the place where everyone knew this child was not mine. But the Lord knows what He is doing and though the ridicule will be difficult, the Lord is with the child and He is with his mother and me.
I know I am not the child’s father. God is. But I will be faithful to be his dad. As he grows, I will teach Him what I know about the Lord, but he will teach me more. If my road is rough, the child’s and his mother’s will be worse, so and I can love and care for the child by cherishing his mother.
Probably no one will remember me and that’s as it should be. It is important only that they remember Jesus – Immanuel, God with us.
Yes, the dreams came to show me when and where to go. But what they really showed me was the way to obedience and that the Lord is faithful.
So I will be obedient. I will do what the Lord has asked me to do no matter what. I will be obedient – even unto obscurity.