My name is Joseph...

My name is Joseph, you're my baby, you're my son. Well kind of. You know I always dreamed of having a son, a son with my eyes, with my hands. A little one that I could teach and mold. My son!

I always wanted to teach you how to build your first chair, how to treat your mom…wow your beautiful mom. I simply wanted to be your dad.

But tonight as you place your small hand in mine I feel so weak. I feel as if I am not holding you, but you are holding me. Tonight in my arms lays the hope of everything I have built my life upon. Tonight in my arms lays the hope of the world.

My name is Joseph, and I have been chosen to give my name and share my home with the Son of God who has become the Son of Man. Who am I that a King should entrust me to raise him? Why couldn’t God have chosen another man?

I always dreamed that I would build your first crib. And yet you lay there in a feeding trough because I can’t afford a room. I envisioned our families celebrating your birth, but we are surrounded by dirty shepherds and even dirtier animals. It is as if you have come to redeem all creation, not just the righteous.

You see, my name is Joseph, and this is all I have to give. This is not how a king should live. The Son of God, has become the Son of Man, but this is all I have to give. What can offer you my son? I cannot teach you of the reckless love of God, because you are the reckless love of God. So, I am Joseph, and well, that’s all I have to give.

The Glory of God has taken the form of man. Tomorrow my little one, you can save the world, but tonight, tonight you are My Jesus.