Mary

Joseph, tell me. What is he like? Who is he like? I could keep silent no longer. Ever since the Angel Gabriel had told me I was to bear God’s child I had had this nagging worry; A worry I could voice to no-one - not to Joseph; not to Elizabeth; certainly not to my mother. I had asked God many times to tell me but He had stayed silent. I should have asked Gabriel but I was so shocked at the time and anyway it hadn’t occurred to me until later. Everyone told me everything was perfectly normal but how was I to know? How was anyone to know? I had never been pregnant before and this was no normal pregnancy although I couldn’t tell anyone that! So I kept my worries to myself. Sometimes I even forgot them but then they would surface again. What would the baby look like? Would he be different? You know - would he be like his Father? and if so what would that be like? I had put it all to the back of my mind what with having to get ready to go to Bethlehem; doing my best not to be a burden to Joseph on the way; trying to find somewhere to stay; and then the labour; the birth. I was so exhausted but I couldn’t rest until I knew; until I’d seen for myself. Joseph held him up for me to see. “He’s perfect,” he said. and he was right; so right. © Kathleen Wilks