Joseph’s Christmas Story


“Do you ever wonder why there is a star on that Christmas tree?” Mrs. C asked the room full of children, who were sitting crisscross applesauce in a circle on the living room rug. They were passing around a plate that had all kinds of delicious cookies, for it was their parents’ yearly Christmas cookie exchange party. The room had colorful twinkling lights in every corner, and in the background “Jingle Bells” was playing. Outside, a light snow had started to fall, and Santa was on the children’s minds, as tomorrow was Christmas Eve. One little girl named Haley answered Mrs. C’s question, “I know. It is the star in the sky on the night Jesus was born.” “Good, Haley! That is right!” Mrs. C said. “For hundreds of years, people have placed a star on their trees for Jesus, and have retold His story, sometimes called the greatest story ever told.” “Would you tell us that story, Mrs. C?” “Well—the greatest story ever told is really the whole story of Jesus’ life—but let me tell you the Christmas part of it, tonight! There are so many ways the story has been told… Here is how Joseph, who was really there on that night, might remember it.” So Mrs. C began telling Joseph’s Christmas story:

It was a really cold night. You could see your breath come out in little clouds, and there were still miles to go before we reached Bethlehem, the town where I had been born. My wife Mary was trying to be patient and brave, but she needed a place to rest. The law said we had to travel the very long distance to my parents’ town, to be counted in the census. It was in days long before computers, cell phones, TV, hospitals, or even cars, were invented. I could walk the distance, but my wife Mary needed to ride on our donkey. Not because she was weak (she was very strong!), but because she was pregnant. You see, in her body, there was a little baby growing: our son—and He was also, in a way I couldn’t even understand—the Son of God. Brrrr…It was such a cold night–I just wanted to get her to a warm inn (like a hotel) with a comfortable bed, before the time came for the baby to be born. It was close to happening, she told me.

Oh, I was so cold and tired, and getting cranky, but I was more worried for Mary. Every place we stopped was full, because so many people were traveling to their home towns to be counted in the census, and there were no rooms for us. We had been looking for hours, and the sun had already gone down, when Mary finally said, quietly “We have to stop, Joseph, I am so weary—I really can’t go any further—it is time.” I looked up the road and at the top of a hill far ahead there seemed to be a large inn! Above it there was a bright and beautiful star, and I took this as a joyful sign that we had finally found a place to stop for the night! I gently led Mary on the donkey up the long hill, and when we got to the top, I left Mary in the yard and knocked loudly on the door of the inn. The innkeeper was friendly enough, but he said, firmly, that every single room was already taken. “We simply must stop” I told him, with equal firmness “My wife is with child, and it is impossible for her to travel any further without resting. Isn’t there some small corner of your inn where we can stay?”

He looked out at Mary with sympathy, and offered what he could, kind man! “The stable out back is very warm, with all the animals sheltered there. I just filled it this morning with fresh, clean hay. You are absolutely welcome to stay there for the night.” I thanked him, and led the donkey, with Mary sitting on it, around to the back, and up a little, sloping hill to the stable. It was in the middle of a cleared field, some distance from the main house; a beautiful place, really. From it you could see for miles, in all directions. That bright, strange, glittering star was shining directly over us, and it cast a cool, silver light onto everything. We did not even have to use our lamps, to see. “Thank You, God” I whispered, and made a comfortable resting place for Mary and myself. The kind innkeeper had given us bread and a pitcher of water. I unwrapped a package of olives, dried fruit and cheeses that we had brought with us. We ate, and relaxed in the warmth of the place, but I could tell that Mary was so tired and uncomfortable, although she didn’t complain. The animals did not seem to mind us being there, sharing their quiet, peaceful space, and before long, we both fell fast asleep.

After a few hours, Mary awakened me, and that night, in that stable, with that glorious star shining over us, our precious baby Jesus was born. Our son, Who by a great mystery and miracle, was also the Son of God! We wrapped him securely in our extra clothes and laid him in the manger, which the innkeeper had filled with new straw for the animals to eat. Jesus was beautiful, and healthy, and Mary and I were filled with awe and great happiness to see Him sleeping there, a little baby, perfect and sweet!

I learned through all the years Mary and I raised Jesus to manhood, that He was born that night to do something very special for God, His Father in Heaven. You see, Jesus even taught me, Joseph, and His mother, Mary, about God. We learned more deeply than we ever knew before, how much God loves us, and is always with us! Because of Jesus, we are alive with Him in Heaven even now…and our life with Him will never end! Jesus coming to us from Heaven to become a human child has been called “The Good News”. Mary and I were so blessed to see it in that stable, beneath that beautiful star, but it is the “Good News” for all people, everywhere—especially for you, little children! When Jesus grew up, He said that people must become like little children (like you!) to enter into the Kingdom of Heaven. He saw something wonderful and important in the way you see things!

When you little children celebrate Christmas this year, with the star (or angel) above the tree inside your warm homes, remember that Jesus was born outside in a warm stable on a cold night long, long ago, beneath a shining star. Angels appeared in the sky that night singing gloriously beautiful songs– so sing your joyful Christmas songs, and join your sweet voices with the angels! Poor shepherds and wealthy kings came to rejoice with Mary and me, and each gave us their heartfelt gifts. Remember these, little children, as you give your gifts and happily unwrap your presents! Remember, sweet children, that in Jesus, you are God’s children, too. You are here on earth for a special reason! If you live carrying Jesus and His teachings in your heart, you will also be part of His story; the greatest story ever told!

Merry Christmas!


“Venerable Joseph, on your way to Bethlehem, prepare the manger of our hearts!” From a Byzantine Rite monastic chant, sung the week before Christmas.

Travel Notes: California

jacarandaHere I am in California, where the lemons grow by the side of the road, and soft blue plumbago blossoms reflect the sky. Where brown-robed friars first brought the Word of Christ, and those seeking an unencumbered new way still plant themselves.

Where waves crash to delineate a vast watery habitat thick with strange and beautiful creatures, while desert lands hide their own odd lifeforms until the sun goes down.

Studious and gifted, the very best and brightest academicians meet by day in mirrored glass buildings to discuss the physics of defense. The landscape is rich with riotous reds, brilliant citrus-y hues, and purple-blues, bright and tropically lush.

By night, music fills the air, and the scent of Jasmine weed (or just weed) assaults the nostrils. The breeze from the ocean requires a sweater, for summer nights are not warm, here, as on the East coast. Jacaranda here, Mimosa there, feed the hummingbirds with their nectar.

Animal Love

I have a sister who is immersed in the world of animal rescue, and she is always beseeching me to adopt this or that poor, deserving creature. While I heartily applaud her efforts to connect loving humans with loving pets, I always decline. Why?

Dogs, cats, horses, tortoises–really, all animals– keep us connected with our own most basic selves. We are animals, after all! I personally no longer want to own one; that is, to have one live in my home, connected to me in a special, one-on-one, tender way.

Why not?

1) I have owned many pets in the past, and have had to endure watching each of them finish out their shorter lifespan (shorter than mine, that is!).  I have nursed several through an extended illness that was not to end in healing. Frankly, it is almost as hard as having a friend or family member die. I don’t enjoy this!

2) I am a teeny bit allergic–especially to cats. If I pet them, it is better for me to wash my hands immediately, before I touch my eyes!

3) I don’t want to be tied down by their care. I want to be free to pick up and travel to connect with my favorite human animals…

Does this mean that I don’t absolutely ADORE animals? Well, maybe, but I actually really do like and enjoy them and cherish them–even tenderly!

I am “in relationship” with the squirrels, mountain bluebirds, cardinals, mockingbirds, American goldfinches, ravens, catbirds, tufted titmouses, pileated woodpeckers, blue jays, wrens, sparrows, hummingbirds,  etc., who live in, or frequently visit, my yard.  I leave an ample place where brambles can grow, and they seem to appreciate this. The squirrels allow me to putter around them casually, and many of the birds have tried to build nests on my porch. I discourage this, but on occasion have relented. I drew the line at the squirrels who wished to burrow in under my roof. Sorry, guys, I know it is cold out there, so I will leave you some fluff for your nests, but get real: you can’t come inside!

I tolerate the cats, skunks, foxes, deer, dogs, who come by and forage, mostly nocturnally.

I used to have a pet tortoise who would fall asleep on my feet, when I took him out to sun his back and scramble around on my porch while I wrote or drew. That was amazing!

I write children’s stories about animals–in particular, an ongoing chapter book about a squirrel named Jameson. More on this, later🙂

I sketch (and/or paint) custom pet portraits for other people, and get vicarious joy from rendering their beautiful faces and forms for their devoted owners. (

I may (or may not?) own pets in the future, but I truly do love being connected to them–and to their human counterparts!


Morning Glory

I am enjoying a little vacation time in California. Painting is my “work” for these days, although it has been oppressively hot. The heat broke today, and a lot of energy returned! I am mesmerized by the beauty of creation, even in this drought. It occurs to me that the Creator, Whose work I feebly attempt to record, spoke everything forth with an infinite and eternal wisdom. No wonder each thing seems perfectly in place, in nature. It may be craggy, or even seemingly “malformed”, but it still fits. There is no hope that I could even “capture” the infinity in a blade of grass–much less a landscape full of them. But what bliss to try…

On The Mountain

I have spent a little bit of time this summer helping my siblings put siding on a new addition to an old house out in the Virginia countryside.. Every time I drive out to the Blue Ridge I want to capture it all. My muscles and breathing always relax at a specific moment on the road away from the suburbs, right before the foothills appear. Here is a fragment of such a day, committed to paint…



You are my favorite color. It is sunlight through the translucent new grasses and leaves of spring. Hope and victory over decay and endings. A lime popsicle from the ice-cream truck in the scorched alley, given by a super-cool two wheel riding twelve year old cousin, named Marc… It is the sour flavor of the lollipop given by the doctor who said his patient deserved two, for bravery. The shamrock that grew in the soil of holy ancestors. You keep the kitchen sweet and clean, little sleek Swiffer, the “quicker picker upper.”  A humble friend.

Summer, and a little relaxation…

It isn’t summer yet, but the thermometer has hit 90, and the sprinklers are on, and kids are running through them, so it might as well be summer! Festivals start, and beer is consumed, and popsicles. It is very, very good to be alive. I work with a 90 year old woman who has a lot of vim and vigor. It makes me hopeful. I will paint, I will immerse myself in green and blue, and pink. I will remember to be grateful, for it opens the mind and heart!Image

November —wai…

November —wait a minute—is today the 14th or the 15th? This is totally an appropriate way to begin this blogging experience. Not knowing the date! It is one of those two days, and I could probably figure it out by various reference points. It is definitely Tuesday, and Saturday was the 12th. Aha!

So–today is November 15th. Yesterday was a sunny 70 degrees by the shores of the Potomac. It was blustery, with flags often at stiff attention, and yellow/red leaves scuttling across the parking lot. Today is gray and calm, and a bit cooler, I think. That’s the weather report, for both yesterday and today!

I have recently discovered the bliss of sitting by the Potomac River on a bench and sketching. Not necessarily sketching the scene in front of me (the other day I spent an hour and a half working on a pencil pet portrait) but letting the river give me gentle focus.

Listening to kids playing tag somewhere, saying hello to a hiker or two, and an old couple holding hands, and some dog walkers with a child in a front pack. In awe of the initiative of the occasional kayaker or speedboater utilizing the liquid highway in front of me.

The autumn trees were placidly mirrored in the water which reflected a light blue sky, and golden sycamore leaves floated silently down from towering trees on the banks and began a journey far from the home they had always known. Life drifting by, summer ending, and winter coming on…