Thought 12

After the delight of the bright Christmas night and the Wise Men’s surprising visit, you had to agree to hidden life and its twilight. There was no difference between this baby and another one, between this infant and another little one. But every morning, day after...

Thought 11

Providing a perceptible presence of the Father Lord to his unique Son : dear Saint Joseph, how could you fulfill such a responsibility without being scared and melting down ? Obviously thanks to your complete humbleness ! The proud are concerned about success because...

Thought 6

To see a child grow up, day after day: how wonderful! You have seen proof, Saint Joseph, that the Word did not just “pretend” to become flesh: He conformed to the laws of human growth of every child: He needed your arms to be comforted, your words to...

Thought 5

It is hard to imagine the anointing of the Holy Family during their times of prayer! Deep re-flection enveloped all three of you, in intense communion. A few words of thanksgiving spoken by the Word made flesh, a chanted psalm full of grace, a verse from Scripture...

Thought 4

Saint Joseph, just imagine Jesus’ concentration, when you read to him from the prophets! His big eyes staring intensely into yours, all the while looking deeper and deeper, going back to the source of the verses you read. As he drank in the inspired Scripture,...

Thought 3

Saint Joseph, how did you manage everyday life, sheltering the Son of God in your home? Once the initial surprise wore off, you had to go back to the workshop and Mary had to go back to the kitchen! Ordinary life resumed as usual, and yet nothing was the same:...

Thought 1

Your first sight upon waking, Saint Joseph, must have been for the baby Jesus, lying not far from you; the tender gaze of a man in the prime of life, on the fragile little being trusting in your protection. And yet: this vulnerable child is the Son of God made flesh,...

Christ, true physician of the souls

How many times, when you have seen my tears of anguish and endless sobs, you have poured on the wounds of my soul the beneficent balm of your mercy and the oil of your joy. How often has my prayer, begun on the verge of despair, ended in joy and the expectancy of...