Well, I'll bet that you're just now starting to receive (or send) Christmas cards this year. And I'll bet that most of them include pictures of the Virgin and Child. (Our upcoming Christmas issue has a special image--with a fascinating history--of Mary and her infant son on its cover.) But what about Joseph? Poor guy. He's usually shunted off to the side, if he's even there. Here's a piece on Slate about putting Joseph back in the picture. And a little video from Loyola Productions on the saint of the Hidden Life.
Don't Forget about Joseph!
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I use a motorized wheelchair and communication device because of my disability, cerebral palsy. Parishes were not prepared to accommodate my needs nor were they always willing to recognize my abilities.
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Your comments on Slate remind me of this summer. We went back for the 50th high school reunion. When I saw the headmaster's name, I knew he must be the son of the "displaced persons" who worked at our church when I grew up.
The father was THE janitor/maintenance/anythingelsethatcamealong person of a large suburban parish with a large school, convent and rectory. One very clear memory I have of elementary school is seeing Mr B working around the parish with children following him. The children were listening to him as he worked. I think their success after a difficult childhood in a foreign land learning a new language can be traced to the firm grounding they received from their father.