Blessed Father's Day to all our Fathers, especially our Poor Clare Dads who have given their daughters to the Lord! It is my pleasure to share a story written by our Postulant Mary about St. Joseph, Jesus' own foster Dad:
The Great Puddle of
It was a bright and clear midsummer's morning when
Joseph stepped out of his carpentry workshop. He
leaned against the frame of the door; a light and pleasurable smile seemed to
augment his face as he watched his wife tending the gardens and his little son
playing in the sand from afar. He fixed his eyes on the child, squinting
slightly to see what the lad could be doing. When his curiosity intensified, he
finally resolved to leave the comfortably shaded lintel frame and walk out to
discover the reason behind the child's amusement.
His wife looked up as he came her way, her rosy face questioning him as he put a finger to his mouth and then pointed towards her son. She silently turned towards the object of his attention and then turned back to give him his favorite illuminating smile that always reached her eyes. He smiled back and then continued on his way as she continued happily on with her work.
drew nearer, he saw the child drag a bucket full of water and empty it out into
His freshly made hole.
“What are you working on, son?" He asked as he came to his knees and peered into the water just as the child was placing a small boat, made with leaves and twigs, into His newly made puddle.
"It is the
Galilee and this," He pushed the tiny makeshift boat,
"is the boat my twelve fishermen will use."
"I am afraid, son, your boat will not be able to stand the storms that will pursue it. Especially with twelve men on this little thing ... "
Joseph's voice died out as he became enlightened by
an idea. "Come!" He scooped up the child and tossed Him onto his
shoulders while the boy laughed with anticipation. "I will take you to my
workshop and finally start teaching you our trade. And your first lesson,
Jesus, will be how to make a toy boat."