A week on the road from Nazareth to Bethlehem with a wife who was great with child had to have been exhausting. Labor and delivery followed soon afterward. Shepherds appeared out of nowhere with a story about a midnight angel choir that appeared, again, out of nowhere. 

As Mary cuddled baby Jesus, and as they all eventually drifted off to sleep, what do you think went through Joseph’s mind? He who measured twice before cutting once, he who knew how to make every stone fit whether laying a foundation or building a fireplace, he who was precise in every detail, knew at that moment it was not his expertise engineering all of these episodes of wonder and awe.

He who was comfortable being in charge, in taking care of beasts of burden, forests, and quarries, knew he was most definitely not in charge. 

He who was comfortable holding his tongue and allowing his kindness, gentleness, and concern for others to direct his actions knew he required God’s clear direction, protection, and provision. His dependence was rewarded with God’s special reminders that he was not only in charge, but he was also actively involved. 

Lying down tonight will take me through memories of an early morning, special messages from family and friends, worship with a large group of believers, a delicious brunch, presents opened, another meal, games played, and laughter upon laughter.

It is in these hours after the hubbub of Christmas when Christmas is most meaningful. Jesus arrived, and his arrival was special, beautiful, and world-changing. Now we may lay ourselves down to sleep. When we belong to Jesus, we know our souls he does keep.

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I will rest in peace.

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