Christmas Musicals for Church
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65/2069&70L-36 36 Optional Introduction: Mary had been pledged to marry Joseph when God told her that she would bring Jesus into the world. When she told Joseph she was with child, Joseph had doubts. An angel spoke to Joseph and told him not to be afraid of marriage to Mary. Listen to Joseph as he shares about his Son. Monologue: Joseph My father taught me so many things. He taught me to love the smell of freshly cut wood and the feel of a tool in my hand. He taught me to create things that were useful and beautiful. He taught me the stories of our people; told me proudly that the promised Messiah would come from our very own family line. I was amazed, but removed. I never thought I would be part of it. Holding my infant Son in my arms that very first time, I looked down into His small face, held His tiny body, and tried to understand that I was a father now. This Baby would become a Man and I would be the one to teach Him. I would tell Him the stories of our people, but I would tell them much differently than before. I was no longer removed in any way. The stories would be about Him! All the stories had always been about Him. I held Him tightly to my chest. He was so small. So much was on those infant shoulders, swaddled and covered in bits of hay. None of it made sense. When Mary came to feed Him, it was hard to let Him go. I did my best. It wasn't perfect. One day, when Jesus was about twelve years old, Mary and I accidentally left Him in Jerusalem. When we realized our mistake, we were frantic. We found Him in the temple with the teachers. Mary was the first to speak, but I was the first one to spot Him. Just the sight of my Boy, standing there – no longer a boy but a young man – stopped me in my tracks. He asked questions that had never occurred to me. And He gave answers that healed a part of me that had been broken for a long time. He was my Son, but He was more than that. I had known who He was, but I had not fully understood who He was. My Son was the "old stories." Yes, and He was telling new ones. My Son…my all. The Lord…of all.