We all like heroes, don’t we? From the time we’re kids we think about soldiers and knights in shining armor, firefighters and superheroes who save the day. Many of us looked to our dads as our heroes.
This Thursday for my birthday, my 5 year old Karis drew a card for me on green construction paper. It was a picture of the two of us standing beside each other with some red hearts to the side. I thought “This is pretty great— to still be my daughter’s hero.”
Then she pointed to the drawing of me, at what looked like thin white ear muffs on the side of my head. And she pointed out, “I had to use a white crayon. Because you’re old, and you have white hair.”
In our story today, we find an unlikely hero. A normal, quiet, blue collar guy. Literally an average Joe.
When you think about the Christmas story that we just heard multiple times last month, how much of the spotlight does Joseph usually get? Not much. If you watched a Christmas pageant, you may not have heard him utter a single line. The sheep baaing may have had more lines than he did.
But this morning we’re going to shine the spotlight on Joseph and see how his heroism applies to the sanctity of life.