“At Nazareth Joseph’s days were filled with work which necessarily took him away at times from his Infant God. During these hours Mary replaced him, but when evening brought him home again, he would pass the entire night in adoration, never tiring, only too happy for the chance to contemplate the hidden riches of Jesus’ divinity. For he pierced the rough garments the Child wore, until his faith touched the Sacred Heart. In profound adoration he united himself to the special grace of each one of the events in the life of Jesus. He adored our Lord in His hidden life and in His Passion and Death; he adored in advance the Eucharistic Christ in His tabernacles: there was nothing that our Lord could hide from Saint Joseph. Among the graces which Jesus gave to His foster-father (and He flooded him with the graces attached to every one of His mysteries) is that special to an adorer of the Blessed Sacrament. That is the one we must ask of St. Joseph. Have confidence, strong confidence in him. Take him as the patron and the model of your life of adoration.” ~ St. Peter Julian Eymard ~
Saint Joseph
Two doors: Joseph and Mary
All is said here: this world of God, the antithesis of hell, is Joseph’s world. It has two doors: the first, the entrance door, the one on the street, is entrusted to Joseph. It allows one to leave a complicated, confused, hostile and dangerous world behind. The other is the mysterious door, Mary’s door, the ancient devotion called the “Gate of Heaven,” through which Jesus enters into the world, in a very special way. Everything happens as if the Lord were presenting himself between these two doors (Joseph and Mary) in the same way that the eternal Father presents himself, according to St Irenaeus, between “his two hands which are the Son and the Spirit.” The Son imitates the Father; he also has two hands: Joseph by whom he pulls us away from the ambiguous world, this Babylon where people think they all speak the same language while no one understands his brother and Mary, by whom the Son inaugurates the new world, that of Pentecost, where each one speaks his own language, where each one is respected in his own uniqueness, yet everyone understands everyone else! We must go through the first door so that the Spirit of the Father who comes through the second door might reveal the Son to us (cf Luke 10:22). “No one comprehends what is truly God’s except the Spirit of God” (1 Cor 2:11). Andrew Doze “Joseph: Shadow of the Father”
Holy Family
This morning proved odd in circumstance, a contradiction in happenstance. I drove three miles first thing in the morning in order to purchase coffee and donuts for St Paul Shrine. Storing my groceries in the back of my vehicle, I locked my keys inside. First time this has happened. I did not bring my phone as my intention was a quick trip for caffeine. A steady rain negated the idea of walking three miles to retrieve my extra key. My Nissan Rogue is too nice to consider a forced entry. I walked to a donut shop a quarter-mile away, praying a Rosary, oddly calm with the dramatic swing of events. The donut shop provided a phone and the number of a taxi company. Arrangements were made as I enjoyed a cup of coffee and a muffin. The cab driver, a Muslim, listened to my plight, kindly counseling me to trust in God, to see the good within my misfortune. Arriving home, I discovered Ramona starting her vehicle, Luke tagging along, excited to see me. I told the cab driver, I would no longer need his service. He asked for eight dollars. I gave him twenty. By the time, I was driving my vehicle it was too late for mass. I drove home, showering, drinking more coffee, before heading out to my vigil. Arriving at my vigil, I was informed my patient passed away late into the last evening. His nurse came and spoke to me. I asked if his daughter was with him. The nurse assured me she was. I responded then there was nothing to fear. It dawned on me I had a lot of donuts and nothing to do with them. I asked the nurse if her and the rest of the staff at the nursing home would like the donuts. She smiled warmly, assuring me they would be appreciated. Driving home, I discovered on masstimes.org a noon mass at St Clares, a Parrish I am keenly focused upon as a home. Attending mass, Joseph and Mary statues struck with relevancy, something I never witnessed before. The sight pleased, opening a deepening meditation, splendidly introducing a mass honoring the Holy Family. The church of St Clare in Lyndhurst positioned life-sized Joseph and Mary statues standing together upon the Sanctuary. In an alcove to the right of the Tabernacle, Joseph and Mary stood as one. There was not a Joseph statue to the left, and a Mary statue to the right. Mary and Joseph stood together. I have been fixated upon St Joseph in prayer and thought. In silence, observing, opening myself to the Holy Spirit my heart proved tender, my eyes misty. Devoid of despair, sitting alone in a church filled with families, I implored, asking God to provide wisdom and understanding, acknowledging a profound longing. I am convinced the consummation of my contemplative life occurs a part of a Holy union, a marriage within the Church or reclusion and marriage to the Church. My single status is not a calling, rather brokenness prevailing, an incompleteness existing, a remnant of my isolated alcoholic waywardness subsisting. Further anonymity, spiritual advancement, simply refining, maturity exist within vows, marriage or the cloistered life.
Fathers
Hospice inspires with heart wrenching love. I spent a subtle Christmas evening with a patient and his daughter. Arriving in the room, I was surprised to find two beds, one occupied by a young man and my obvious patient, a large African- American man. I would learn the man stood over six foot five inches tall, a Cleveland high school basketball star from the 50s. It turns out that what I assumed was a young man sharing the room was the patient’s daughter, asleep in the bed, choosing to spend her Christmas break from graduate studies with her father. She woke suddenly introducing herself, apologizing for falling asleep. The young lady overwhelmed me with a display of love and tender care that had to be witnessed. I was stunned, silently praying, providing a presence and witness as the daughter poured forth everything she could to bring comfort to her dying father. She held his hands, stroked, his forehead, rested her hands upon his heaving chest, talking softly yet with strength and determination to him, absorbing her entire being into bring peace to her father. The patient was aware, eyes open, fixated upon his daughter with a depth of love that only declares glory upon God. To be so close to such immense love imprints a lasting impression. The time I spent with the patient, I talked softly, reassuring him, imploring the fruits of his life were good for his daughter was amazing. He smiled with his eyes, tears coming forth. I will spend Sunday afternoon with the patient and his daughter.
Enlightened minds know that silence will be the language of heaven. Already on earth it is the condition for essential communication: “One word spoke the Father, which word was His Son, and this word he speaks ever in eternal silence, and in silence it must be heard by the soul.”
That is why the Psalm points out that language of heaven, both day and night, is a silent language, “there is no speech….heard” (Psalm 19:3)
To find again something of this hidden language, to communicate beyond words, is to find again the secret of the Holy Family; it is to escape from a multitude of misunderstandings, of complications, even of illnesses. It is open to oneself to unknown possibilities of intellectual, poetic, expressions of love. That is why St John of the Cross points out: “That which we most need in order to make progress is to be silent before the great God, with the desire and with the tongue, for the language that He best hears is that of silent love.” Andrew Doze, “Joseph: Shadow of the Father”
Mystical nurturer: rooted in the Holy Family
….Joseph disappears at the same time as Jesus and Mary or, rather, Jesus and Mary disappear thanks to him. He is hidden and he hides. His name is the present participle of the Hebrew verb meaning “to increase” and “to cut off”. The two meanings of the word fully interplay: Jesus will “increase” in Joseph’s safekeeping, he will increase astonishingly; “Jesus increased in wisdom, and in years, and in divine and human favor” (Luke 25:2). Joseph has the authority to do that (we know that the root of the word “authority” is precisely “to grow”). But truly, what first strikes us about Joseph is a certain way of “cutting back”, of taking away. He takes away the incarnation from our view….“The apostles are lights to show Jesus Christ to the world; Joseph is a veil to cover him and, behind this veil, are hidden Mary’s virginity and the greatness of the Savior of souls”.
To hide, to cover, to take away, by removing the child entrusted to him by the Father from a hostile and immature world: that is the first strong impression the gospel makes on us when we are searching for Joseph. But let us not forget the essential. Surprised by the events, Joseph was ready to separate, and how painfully so, from his young fiancée, unique of her kind, whom he undoubtedly had known for a long time and who must have inspired in him the kind of love we can imagine. But how could he, the poor man, be involved in circumstances which were totally beyond him, where he felt the finger of God? Without that, since he was “a righteous man”, as Scripture tells us, his duty was to denounce Mary.
This tragedy and the agonizing pain accompanying it, no doubt, provide the angel with the opportunity to make an astonishing revelation: “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife, for the child conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit” (Matthew 1:20)…..The fact that Joseph was preparing to say “no” to a mystery which was beyond him and of what he felt himself unworthy, is significant. God invites him to pronounce, with his whole being, a silent “yes” which echoes throughout eternity…. Andrew Doze “Joseph: Shadow of the Father”
St Joseph the Carpenter
A fascinating painting of St Joseph with Jesus as a child. Art historians comment upon the play of light and darkness within the painting. The overall darkness of the background representing the condition of death at the time of Jesus as a child. The drilling of the hole into a wooden plank representing the crucifixion to come–the New Covenant established. The predominate color tone, a dirty earthy brown signifying the realm of matter, time and space. Shining, the presence of two lights. The candle (secular) held by Jesus illuminating his father’s work, and the divine inner light illuminating the child Jesus’ face. I find the image calming, delighting in the fascination of Jesus’ eyes as he witnesses his father. The son within the Trinity is awestruck by his humanly father. The immense love of the son for his earthly father tangible in observing. Working, St Joseph stares upon his son.
I like the discipline of observing artwork, the same for music, in regards to furthering my love and understanding of God. Aside from reasoning, aside from linear wordy concepts induced through reading, an immersion within an image allows a subtler approach to reality to form itself. I enjoy spending lengthy contemplative time observing a painting that captures. Imagine all the time the artist put into creating the work. The time of a skilled master merits worthy attention. His thoughts, abilities, and being tasted and appreciated. Meditative observing allows unknowing truths to settle upon the subconscious, infusion alighting. Proper reception of the painting is important in that we are not occupied with useless thoughts, wasting energy. Am I arrogant in my faith forcing me to doubt the authenticity of others? Can I marvel at the genius of others, understanding, all goodness comes from God? Do I trust in God so that my faith, hope, and charity is open and willing to His delicate interplay with others? Do I trust in the Church in regards to guiding me to appropriate works of creativity, and within creativity away from Catholicism am I respectful and prayerful, searching for God in all things, or am I judgmental, righteous, absolutely occupied with the need to dominate and be right? Have I expanded beyond the childish mentality of seeing myself within everything I encounter? Am I so absorbed in my own world and concerns that I cannot take my thoughts away from my preoccupations for an enriching experience? The rich interior life of an artist is an amazing place to perceive, a simulation of a deep prayer life, the secular combined with the divine. In perception maybe I am wrong. It is not so important. Trust in God, muse, repose, exercising faith hope and charity. I have heard it said: Don’t be so concerned about the facts, concentrate upon truth.
St Joseph, Father and guardian of virgins,
to whose faithful keeping, Christ Jesus,
innocence itself, and Mary, virgin of virgins,
were entrusted. I pray and beseech thee,
by that twofold and most precious charge,
by Jesus and Mary, to save me from all uncleanliness,
to keep my mind untainted, my heart pure, and my body chaste,
help me always to serve Jesus and Mary in perfect chastity,
I ask this through your son Jesus Christ. Amen.
Manhood guidance
Those who give themselves to prayer should in a special manner have always a devotion to St. Joseph; for I know not how any man can think of the Queen of the angels, during the time that she suffered so much with the Infant Jesus, without giving thanks to St. Joseph for the services he rendered… —Saint Teresa of Avila
Blessed day of difficult work allows me to give praise to the blessings of St Joseph.
St Joseph, Father and guardian of virgins. To whose faithful keeping Christ Jesus, innocence itself and Mary, virgins of virgins, were entrusted. I pray and beseech by that two-fold and most precious charge, Jesus and Mary, to save me from all uncleanliness. Keep my mind untainted. My Heart pure. And my body chaste. Help me always to serve Jesus and Mary in perfect chastity. Teach me Joseph how to be a good man. Amen.
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