Last Sunday before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even our house…guests. We live in a junior-one apartment here in on the lovely El Camino Real. Today it is raining and the traffic is unusually heavy for a Sunday morning. The balcony is wet but covered so I can still sit and watch the world go by. Another Christmas and another year. It is great to have almost everyone together this year crammed into our apartment. Even though we have no fireplace this year the rooms are warm with the cheer of family. Yesterday evening we all trooped down to the Castro Theater to watch “Scrooged” with Bill Murray and special live guest Bobcat Goldthwait. After the showing the Bobcat gave us some insight into working for Richard Donner, the director and how much fun he had working on he film. It was a great evening. All our local family went including Kevin and Elizabeth and Trevor. A lite supper at the “Thirsty Bear” and it was off to home or pubs as was the case.
Fun fact for today– Today is the memorial for St. John of Kanty, the patron saint of Poland and Lithuania. John, who was born in Kanty (what are the odds) in Poland was really really smart and after he was ordained a priest he taught theology at the university. But his smarts turned out to be a liability. His colleagues were jealous of him and forced him out of his post. He was later assigned to a parish in Bohemia where, you guessed it, he devoted his time to caring for the poor. He eventually returned to the University of Krakow where he taught until his death in 1473. So there…
The scripture reading for this 4th Sunday in Advent comes from Micah (Mi 5:1-4a)
too small to be among the clans of Judah,
from you shall come forth for me
one who is to be ruler in Israel;
whose origin is from of old,
from ancient times.
Of course the tribe Micah is referring to is the tribe that Joseph, the husband of Mary comes from. Not a lot is known about Joseph. Only Matthew and Luke even mention him and he has his last appearance when Jesus is 12 years old, then disappears from history. For over a thousand years we have celebrated his feast day on the 19 of March every year. We do not even have any direct quotes from him in the Gospels. Why, then, is Joseph a favorite saint? Maybe because he simply did what was given to him to do. Maybe he tried to do the best he could with a situation which perhaps was less than ideal but did it with quiet grace and without notice. The protector. I wish more was known about him he sounds like the type of person that all of us could aspire to in a simple way, to do what needs to be done. Good father, good teacher, good friend, good counselor or good citizen, quietly and without a lot of fan fare. Will people remember us after a thousand years? I know they won’t remember Fox News.
and so it goes…