It is difficult to comprehend the changes that a year can bring. My life is surprising, and amazing, and overwhelming, and terrifying, and wonderful, all at the same time. You just never know where life will take you.
But I get ahead of myself. Let me back up and start again. My name is Joseph, and I am a carpenter from the village of Nazareth. Nine month ago I was just a simple man, working everyday and looking forward to marrying my beloved Mary. And then things got crazy. When Mary told me she was pregnant it was unexpected and confusing. I felt lost, and hurt, and betrayed. She told me a story about an angel and being chosen to carry God’s child. It seemed such an outlandish tale, and I was still reeling from the news. At first I didn’t believe her. And then I made what could have been the biggest mistake of my life. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I stormed off. My beloved was in the most vulnerable situation of her life, and I just walked away. It was not my finest hour. But fortunately, for me, and for Mary, and for the baby, God did not give up on me or abandon me to my own momentary weakness. Thank God that we do not have to be defined by such moments.
After I stormed off I found myself sitting alone in my room, empty and numb and completely bewildered. And that’s when it happened. The best way I’ve been able to describe the experience is that I was enveloped by a presence. If you had there I don’t know if you would have seen or heard or felt anything, except, perhaps, what you saw reflected in my face, which must have been glowing with surprise and wonder and awe. There were no words, at least not in the usual way we talk about words, but the experience was powerful and life-changing. And the message was profoundly clear. I was loved. Mary was loved. Something extraordinary was happening. And I was invited to be a part of it. Please hear me, because this is important. It was an invitation. Not a command. Not a demand. I was invited to step out in faith and trust in something larger than myself. It seemed to me then, and seems to me still, that my life hung in the balance. I could accept this strange and bewildering gift, and my life would open up in one direction. Or I could reject the gift, and my life would close down in another direction. I know it sounds melodramatic, but that’s how it felt as I sat there surrounded by the light of sacred presence. Somehow I found the strength to accept the gift which was being offered, and I am convinced that even the strength was a part of the gift. And then the experience was over. What remained, however, was the absolute certainty that my life had changed forever.