Monday, December 13, 2010

Repost: The Quiet Man

When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus. (Matthew 1.24-25)

The Strong, Silent Type

“Strength calls unto strength” the proverb goes. Having been privileged to be part of a family of extraordinarily strong women (on both sides), I can attest to this, as I’ve also been blessed to grow up around amazingly strong men. Both sexes in our clan assert their strengths in what one might call classic Southern style. The women are more demonstrative, talkative, and imaginative—always organizing things, starting projects, getting involved, etc., which tends to catapult them into leadership positions. The men exhibit strength in quieter, complementary ways that support their wives, mothers, and daughters. They embody “the strong, silent type.” The outsider naïvely assumes our men play secondary roles, when nothing is further from the truth. Within our ranks, it’s no secret men and women share equal responsibility for leadership, and nothing happens without mutual consent.

Heritage surely colors my image of Joseph. Yet there’s no arguing he indeed is the strong, silent type. His strength leaps out of the story. Here’s a young, self-employed man from a solid family—the Biblical equivalent of “Mayflower bluebloods” that traces its genes back to Abraham. Joseph’s parents arrange his marriage to a local young woman. Everything’s going along as planned, when the rug is yanked from beneath them. She gets pregnant through none of her doing. Acting as though nothing’s wrong is not an option. Joseph can rush into marriage, which effectively casts him as the child’s father and ruins his and Mary’s reputations. Or he can cancel their engagement, discreetly sending her away to deal with the baby and shame on her own. Loathsome as the second choice is, it’s the better of the two. Then a new wrinkle appears in their situation. An angel, perhaps the same one that visits Mary, tells Joseph to stand by her and consummate their marriage after she delivers. Such a tactic invites huge risk and demands enormous strength. But that’s what Joseph decides to do.

The Only Word

Many voices filter through the Christmas story—Mary’s, several angels’, Elizabeth’s, Zechariah’s, Herod’s, the Wise Men’s, and the shepherds’—but not one statement comes directly from Joseph. We don’t know what he says to his angel. We’re not privy to his conversations with Mary or his family. Everyone else talks; Joseph listens. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t reveal feelings or thoughts. All we know about him emerges in what he does. As the single unquoted person in the story, he’s definitely its most intriguing character. Yet, since we live in an age severely lacking spousal and paternal models, not hearing Joseph convey his inner thoughts and emotions is unfortunate.

Now brace yourself for the most delectable irony of all time. While the Gospels fail to record Joseph word-for-word, he becomes history’s most oft-quoted individual. In the half-second needed to ponder that, a thousand people (at least) spoke the only word ever attributed to him. After the Christ Child is born, Matthew 1.25 says Joseph “gave him the name Jesus.” The moment Joseph names the Baby he provides the world its most precious—and most abused—word. Billions around the world say “Jesus” daily, many of them several times a day. Some utter it in reverence. Others use it casually. Still others spit it in anger and frustration. But as the first human to say it, had Joseph not called Mary’s Son “Jesus,” we’d be no more likely to call that name than any other.

Preferences Aside

Joseph might have gained prominence by actually choosing Jesus’s name. But as the Baby isn’t his, he has no paternal naming rights. The angel gives Joseph Jesus’s name in advance. A weaker, less astute man would bristle at being told what to name the Child, resenting it as one more thankless task in an overall thankless job. Not Joseph. He sets his preferences aside to support Mary and follow God’s direction. Thus, on that frigid night, in a dim and gamy stable, when Joseph says, “Jesus,” the only word attributed to him forever shatters darkness and radiates warmth.

There’s a wealth of knowledge to glean from the Quiet Man. Listening, trusting, and obeying are far more important than speaking. Seeking God’s will is nobler than looking for recognition. Setting personal preferences aside to support those selected for more substantial duties is an equal honor and responsibility. What we say, not how much of it, is the measure of our character. Courage and leadership are revealed in our willingness to accept what we don’t understand as well as in our persistence when logic insists we give up. One word, two syllables—Jesus—is all we have from Joseph. Yet when he says that, he says it all.

Originally posted December 17, 2009.

There is much we can learn from Joseph’s compassion, trust, and obedience. Though nothing he says is reported, when he calls Mary’s infant “Jesus,” he says it all. (Image courtesy of Tarzen.)

Postscript: “I Surrender All”

Many years back, a writing partner, Patrick Henderson, and I wrote a traditional “book” musical about the Nativity that focused on Joseph. The first act ended with the Christ-Child’s birth, and after composing and tossing out a half-dozen original lullabies for Joseph to sing to Jesus, we settled on a well-known hymn that captured everything we imagined he might say at that miraculous moment. Here is a video of the hymn we chose, “I Surrender All.”

6 comments:

genevieve said...

I agree with you when men are asumed to taken secondary roles when they are active also. I've been knocked in the past because of my quiet demeanor. It's assumed these days that if you don't run your mouth that you have nothing to say.
I choose to do things in an unassuming way. Joseph's example serves to show me that being in the spotlight doesn't mean that you aren't contributing.

Tim said...

So much wisdom in what you say, Genevieve! Would that there were more Quiet Men in the world who sacrificed for their spouses and children than Know-It-All's and Me-Me-Me's!!!

Very often the person who shines in the spotlight is only the tip of the iceberg--the bigger part of the story is happening offstage!

I trust your holidays are growing richer with each day.

Blessings, and thank you!
Tim

Philomena Ewing said...

Thank you for this beautiful hymn, Tim. I have not heard it before and it is perfect for all of us, but yes I CAN imagine Jospeh saying it too. I was very moved by this post - I'm such a softie.

Tim said...

Phil, I'm delighted to have introduced this wonderful hymn to you. I've always loved its inspired melody--the swell in the chorus "All to Thee, my Blessed Savior" is musical perfection!--and the deceptive simplicity of its lyrics. For me, it's one of those "down-in-the-marrow" prayer songs; once it's instilled in your being, it never leaves.

May we all have Joseph's heart. May this song dwell in us always!

Blessings,
Tim

jake said...

Incredible post!

And my goodness, Gen, "Joseph's example serves to show me that being in the spotlight doesn't mean that you aren't contributing."

How awesome is that?!

Also, um, a musical? And where is the link to this hidden treasure?

Tim said...

Thanks, Jake! Yes, I fully agree-- Gen's comment says it all. If you've not been by her blog, "The D Line," you should check it out. It's sprinkled with great gems like that.

Ah, the musical... so long ago. It was called All the Way from Heaven Down after a spiritual that says, "He came all the way from Heaven down/To save a wretch like me." Our church's music department threw itself into it and since we were in LA, we were able to dot the cast with real TV and film pros. (Taurean Blacque, the toothpick-chewing cop on "Hill Street Blues," made a ferocious Herod.) To my knowledge it wasn't videotaped, but I have a dog-eared script buried away somewhere and I believe Pat's got a cassette tape of the music. It was one of my proudest moments.

Two of my favorite moments were post-Nativity. In one, an amazing contralto named Peta Acrond, sat in a cone of light, wearing all black to sing "Close Your Eyes," a lullaby to her infant son, who'd been killed by Herod's men:

So rest now, close your eyes.
It's best now, close your eyes.
They let you go.
You can go free.


The other, at Jesus's Temple consecration, featured the late Mary Pitts Lloyd, a soprano whose pipes would make Janis Joplin sit up and take notice. She lead the Temple "choir" in "Teach Us to Number Our Days:"

Teach us to number our days
Every day that we live, may we live it before You
Teach us to give You the praise
Every gift we give, may it always adore You
The lives we live
The gifts that we give
We give them all in Your name
Teach us to number our days.


And now you've turned me down Memory Lane, and I'm going to have to track that cassette down!

Blessings, my brother. Have a marvelous, beautiful New Year!

Peace and love,
Tim