Mother and father and family ping!
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Vatican creche to place Holy Family in Joseph's carpentry workshop
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Lots of Graphics: Post your favorite image of the St. Mary and Child, the Holy Family...
Mom, Dad and Baby Jesus.
Dad works...mom home with Baby Jesus.
I like it.
You know scripture is very quiet on the actual family life of Jesus. We do have reason to believe Joseph died between his 13th birthday and the beginning of His public ministry.
I have great respect for Joseph as a man of God that parented Jesus in his early years.. but so much of this article is nothing more than supposition, that we need to read it with the understanding that much of it is fictional.
BTW I do agree that scripture always points to the 2 parent family. If it did not matter then God would have just left Mary to be a “single” mother and not provided her with a godly husband
Hmmm .there is a quandary presented here that goes against the Catholic teaching that marriage, not consummated, is no marriage (an argument for an annulment that marriage had not taken place). So, how does this tradition, if true, follow that Joseph, Mary and Jesus make a A Model Family?
And, remain a virgin and be childless, versus marry and be a mother, is another quandary that has to be faced in the light of Catholic Dogma on the perpetual virginity of Mary. How does a Catholic explain these things?
“A Man of Exile”
A poem by Rev. Hugh Blunt
Little Jesus, close Thy lids
in the shades of pyramids;
cuddle in Thy Mother’s breast,
fear is fled, now calmly rest.
Little Jesus, Holy One,
child Who art my foster-son,
I have led Thee weary miles,
saving Thee from Herod’s wiles,
O’er the burning Afric’ sand
into Egypt’s bondage land,
where our sainted fathers slaved,
ere the God of Justice saved.
Child of her, my virgin spouse,
whom the humble barn did house,
lowlier dwelling here give I,
couch of sand beneath the sky.
Jesus, must it ever be
pain and poverty for Thee?
Oh, my love would rear a throne
richer than the Pharaoh’s own;
I would build for Thee and her,
I, a lowly carpenter,
palaces of precious stone,
where we three might dwell alone.
Little one, I do but dream
of the things that pleasant seem.
What would we with kingly home,
we who bidden are to roam?
What would we with joys of earth,
we who knew whence Thou hadst birth?
Life is but an Egypt night,
where we yearn for morning’s light;
life is but a bondage place,
till we see Thy Father’s Face.
Bondage—ah, but, Little Child,
Thou hast made our bondage mild.
Into bondage have I led
Her and Thee my worshipped;
But when comes the Lord’s command,
back to Thine own Holy Land
I will lead Thee, Little Slave,
there to die, my soul to save.
Then, my Jesus, Thou wilt be
Guardian of her and me,
leading us from Egypt’s night
into God’s eternal light.