I thought she told me she was a virgin? How is it possible that she is pregnant?
I love her; I thought I had just found the woman of my dreams. The one I would spend the rest of our lives together.
I remember when we first met; silver silhouette formed lady at the well, full of life and smiles. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I had just come to visit my cousin Benjamin and we took the sheep out for a drink at the village well. Immediately I saw her, I knew she was going to be my dream come true.
I asked my cousin to introduce us and then we agreed to long-term commitments, to a home and kids running around, to the sunshine and to rain.
Our wedding was spectacular, I was the envy of all the lads in my village, and everyone knew that I had hit the jackpot.
I don’t know how this happened, it didn’t occur to us to know each other so imagine my surprise when I see the signs of early pregnancy and confront my wife to actually find out that she was pregnant.
I was devastated; I didn’t know how my sweet Mary would do this to me.
I almost took to drinking, I spend nights without sleeping, I’d just sit down and stare at space. I really hoped I could get some sleep that day since I had arrived at a final decision.
I was going take Mary back to her parents; I wasn’t going to do this in a public manner as required by the law of Moses. I wanted to quietly take her back to her parents. Just Maybe, she could open up to them about who fathered her baby.
I was still thinking about this when I fell asleep.
By the time I woke up the next morning, I knew I didn’t have to go on with my plans. Apparently, I had been chosen by Yahweh himself to play a big role in his plan for our people.
He had chosen me to nurture and raise the long awaited Messiah whom the Prophet Isaiah had not stopped talking about. The one who was supposed to have the government on his shoulder.
Am I not blessed and favored?
Believe me, when I say that, there was a radical transformation in my thought patterns. I took extra care of my sweet Mary. Who knew that loving her will make me go down in history?
We scheduled her for antenatal appointments, made sure she ate right, held her hands when she had those dull moments, endured the mood swings, ate the unappetizing cravings that came with the pregnancy.
We were counting down to the arrival of the baby in a couple of months when we first heard that Augustus wanted everyone to go home for Census.
To be continued…