Purest infant born to
Mary; mother dressed you,
Carried, taught; you blessed her
From a humble manger.
Human growing, loving
Godhead here for saving
Mankind caught in sinful
Acts set through prideful
Habits. Joseph’s workshop
Kept him busy, backdrop
For your constant, mission.
Working, praying, hands on
Helping father earn a
Noble living, each day,
Building greater virtue.
Knowledge shared by you two
Blessed this household’s family.
Kindness for our Lady
Keeping house and marriage
Holy, poor, but privileged.
Traveled to the Temple,
Mixed with crowds of people,
Asking lots of questions,
Learned, Rabbi sessions.
Lost to parents, three days
Hectic searching; new ways:
Finding Jesus through works:
Student, sweep, and shop clerk.
Honest work is holy,
Slowly done but wholly.
Better part of life foiled?
Nonsense, Son of God toiled!
Gary Edward Geraci
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Good write Gary.
Yes, 'carpenters' son' reminds us of the humanity of Jesus. Though it was a bit of a derogatory title, I read somewhere.
If we only, or mainly, see church members in actual church building, we may start thinking that they live there - in the church building!
Sounds like we are being asked to take Christ out into the workplace then - not as an intrusive arm of the Church in sectarian affairs - but as Christ - like (to the best of our fallen natures) people in a world starving for authentic Christ-like love. A great mission if you ask me. The mission to love others ...
Thanks Gary. Well, the Vicar/Minister only works one day a week, Sundays, as they say, so he/she needs helpers! Erm, I not quite got the hang of mission here. lol. On the other hand, he/she does it all in some churches, and the congregation just spectate.
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