The Holy Family, Heinrich Meyring [Web Gallery of Art]
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Gospel Luke 2:41-52 (New Revised Standard
Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition)
Now every year the
parents of Jesus went to Jerusalem for the festival of the Passover. And when he was twelve years old, they went up as usual for
the festival. When the festival was ended and they started to return, the
boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem, but his parents did not know it. Assuming that he was in the group of travellers, they went
a day’s journey. Then they started to look for him among their relatives and
friends. When they did not find him, they returned to Jerusalem to
search for him. After three days they found him in the temple, sitting
among the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions. And all who heard him were amazed at his understanding and
his answers. When his parents saw him they were astonished; and
his mother said to him, ‘Child, why have you treated us like this? Look, your
father and I have been searching for you in great anxiety.’ He said to them, ‘Why were you searching for me? Did you
not know that I must be in my Father’s house?’ But they did not understand what he said
to them. Then
he went down with them and came to Nazareth, and was obedient to them. His
mother treasured all these things in her heart.
And Jesus
increased in wisdom and in years, and in
divine and human favour.
Christ Among the Doctors, Leonaert Bramer [Web Gallery of Art]
Today is the Feast of The Holy Family of
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. On 19 March the Church celebrates the Solemnity
of Saint Joseph, Spouse of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Today's
gospel refers to Joseph and Mary as the parents of Jesus. Mary
says reproachfully to her Son, Look, your father and I have been searching
for you in great anxiety. To the puzzlement of both Mary and Joseph, Jesus
replies, Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?
St Matthew shows clearly the role of St Joseph in
the life of Jesus: An angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying,
An angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream
and said, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife,
for the child conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a
son, and you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their
sins” (Matthew 1:20-21).
Joseph's first responsibility was to be the husband
of Mary and, as such, was to name her Son, thereby becoming his legal father.
In some paintings of the Nativity St Joseph is a background figure, or partly
hidden in the dark, but clearly protective of Jesus and Mary, and in an
attitude of worship towards the Infant.
The Nativity, El Greco [Web Gallery of Art]
But in
depictions of the Flight into Egypt, of which there are many, we often find St
Joseph leading the way, as in this woodcarving.
The Flight Into Egypt, Unknown Flemish Master [Web Gallery of Art]
The Greek-born Doménikos Theotokópoulos, (1541 – 1614) who
settled in Toledo, Spain, as a young man was known as 'El Greco', 'The Greek'.
In the painting below he captures the
role of St Joseph as a protective parent.
St Joseph and the Christ Child, El Greco [Web GAllery of Art]
As a child I saw my parents as my father and
mother. Now I remember them not only as that but as a married couple. And
sometimes I think that the Church over-emphasises the importance of the family
at the expense of marriage, which is the foundation of the family. St Joseph's
primary responsibility was to be the husband of Mary and, as such, to be the
one known as the father of Jesus, even though Mary's Son wasn't his.
And in today's gospel Mary painfully discovers
that, in a sense, he isn't hers either, as he says, Did you not know
that I must be in my Father's house? At the beginning of his adolescence
Jesus was, in his humanity, coming in touch with his heavenly Father's will.
The mystery of Jesus being both God and Man is something we cannot fathom. St
Paul says that Jesus though he was in the form of God, did not count
equality with God a thing to be grasped (Philippians 2:6).
But this incident shows us that Mary and Joseph as
parents suffered the same pain that every parent of an adolescent goes through.
They were learning that they did not 'own' Jesus, that they would have to let
him go at some stage.
I recall some incidents involving my father. One
was when I was no more that three, possibly only two. Like St Joseph, he was a
carpenter and made a little saddle that he put on the crossbar of his bicycle,
on which he went to work every morning. I recall him taking me for a 'spin',
probably on a Saturday afternoon, in the area where we lived at the time, I
sitting joyfully on the little wooden saddle he had made. It's like a photo in
my mind that captures a moment of delight between father and son.
Then when I was
around ten he taught me how to ride a bicycle. I borrowed that of a cousin a
little older than me. Dad held the back of the saddle tightly so that I
wouldn't lose balance and stayed with me patiently. Then at a certain point I
realised that he wasn't holding it anymore and that I was moving forward
without falling. He knew when to let go.
[Source: Coloring-pictures.net]
He taught me how to swim around that same time,
with the same approach. He gave me a sense of security - but didn't cling on
when I didn't need that kind of security anymore.
My parents taught me what trust was by trusting me.
In Ireland the symbol of adulthood was - and maybe still is, I don't know - the
key to the house. I was given the key when I was only 13. None of my friends
had that privilege. Even on one occasion three years later when I came home
very late on my bicycle from a dance and they were waiting at the door sick
with worry - nobody on our street had a telephone and mobile phones probably
weren't even in the imaginations of science-fiction writers - all I got was a
well-deserved scolding. They still trusted me to use my key responsibly.
I saw too that on occasions when there might be a
combination of heat and coldness in their relationship for a few days, they
still took care of each other. After attending a very early Mass Dad would come
home, prepare my mother's breakfast and bring it to her in bed before heading
off for work. And when he came home in the evening his dinner would be always
ready. I remember his amusement on the only occasion in their married life when
my mother didn't have it ready. She had been delayed by something unexpected
and was really embarrassed. Dad just laughed.
In Worldwide Marriage Encounter one
of the things we emphasise is that Love is a Decision. It's not a
feeling, though feelings are related to it, of course. I saw that in my
parents' lives and I also saw that they made important decisions together. One
example was when I was 13. My father was asked to take on a job for six months
in a town in the south of Ireland. This meant that he would be able to come
home only one weekend per month. I know that my parents discussed this
thoroughly and also spoke to us, their two sons, about it, before deciding that
Dad should take on the job.
This
cartoon, which I found on a friend's Facebook, captures in a humorous way
what Love is a Decision means. (I think that the cartoon has
been been to many places in cyberspace.)
As I look back now, I see clearly that my parents
were husband and wife first, and father and mother second. That did not mean
that they saw parenthood as being of lesser importance but that they saw it as
being a consequence of being married. I think they had their priorities right.
The Feast of
the Holy Family reminds us that marriage is the root of the family. Do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife, for the
child conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and
you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins” (Matthew 1:20-21).
The liturgical Season of Christmas continues until the Feast
of The Baptism of the Lord on Sunday 13 January. The Sussex Carol is a traditional English Christmas song but has an Irish connection in that the words were first published by Bishop Luke Wadding, who was Bishop of Ferns, Ireland, and who died in 1691.
