One of the things I love most about Christmas is the innocent humility of a story about a faithful man and a young woman who had become pregnant by miraculous means. Rumours and slander would have spread like wildfire when young Mary, from a town that was infamous for immorality, was heard to be bearing a child.
The one man who had every right to reject and abandon her was the man she was engaged to marry. He elected to quietly divorce her rather than expose her to public disgrace. Yet after an encounter with an angel in a dream he became her closest friend and protector. Joseph would stand by the girl he loved, even if it meant moving away to shelter his bride from the ridicule of the crowd. He would stay true to the promise that the baby in her womb was sent by God to save his people from their sins. He was to be named Jesus.