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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Feast of St. Joseph
Joseph was a just man and he could not understand how Mary was with child when they had not yet come together. He did not know what to do. He thought that the best thing would be to divorce Mary quietly. After he had discerned that this was the best solution, God spoke to him in a dream through the voice of an angel who told him: "Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary your wife into your home. For it is through the Holy Spirit that this child has been conceived in her."
That must have taken faith to believe in the dream. However, Joseph believed and took Mary and then his life was really changed. The Little Black Book speaks of the messiness of it all, but out of this mess was going to come the beautiful story of the Savior's birth.
Joseph is a silent man. We do not have even one word of his. This is something to think about, too. He was silent and obedient.
Now to prepare a bit for the 4th Sunday of Lent, the Readings are: 2 Chronicles 36: 14-16, 19-23; Ephesians, 2:4-10; and John 3:14-21.
In the Gospel, Jesus says to Nicodemus: "Just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the desert, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that that everyone who believes in him may have eternal life. For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish, but might have eternal life."
Lord, help us to always believe; increase our faith. We call out "Lord, I do believe; help my unbelief." St. Joseph was a silent man, but a man of faith.
Hello, my name is Helen Rosenthal, RSCJ. Those initials stand for Religious of the Sacred Heart in Latin, French, Italian, and Spanish. Since my religious congregation began in France in 1800 and now is all over the world, we have kept the RSCJ. By now you know that I am not only known as Dr. Helen Rosenthal, but also as Sister Helen Rosenthal.
I am the oldest of four children. We were all born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. We lived in a big house with a playroom on the third floor. On Sundays we either went to my paternal grandmother's house where her six children would gather faithfully for supper or we would have my mother's father and our great aunt and uncle for a roast beef dinner at home. In summer, I would go to the lake with my Dad and I still love to swim.