St. Joseph Miraculously Chosen as Mary’s Spouse.
They
reveal to each other their vows of chastity.
[Numbers
17:1-23]:
In order to convince the Israelites that Aaron was the chosen High
Priest, God said to Moses: “Speak to the Israelites and get one
staff from each of them ... Mark each man’s name on his staff; and
mark Aaron’s name . . . Then lay them down in the Meeting Tent . .
. There the staff of the man of My choice will sprout.” . . . The
next day, when Moses entered the Tent, Aaron’s staff . . . had
sprouted and put forth not only shoots, but blossoms as well, and
even bore ripe almonds.
According
to Catholic Tradition, and to renowned mystics Venerable Mary of
Agreda and Blessed Anne Katherine Emmerich, something analogous to
this occurred when the Priests of the Temple sought a spouse for the
Blessed Virgin Mary. Maria Valtorta’s vision of the miraculous
choice of St Joseph to be the husband of Mary is in perfect
conformity to the ancient traditional belief.
On
September 4, 1944, Maria reported on what she saw:
I
see a
rich hall with a beautiful floor, curtains, carpets and inlaid
furniture. It must be still part of the Temple: there are priests in
it, including Zacharias, and many men of every age, from twenty to
fifty years approximately. They are all talking in low but animated
voices […]. They are dressed in their best clothes, which seem to
be new or just recently washed and they are obviously dressed for
some special feast. Many
have removed the piece of cloth covering their heads, others still
wear it, particularly the elder ones […]. They
do not all know one another, because they observe one another
inquisitively. But they seem to be akin somehow, because it is clear
that they are all concerned with the same matter.
In
a corner I can see Joseph. He is talking to a hale and hearty elderly
man. Joseph is about thirty years old. He is a handsome man with
short and rather curly hair, dark brown like his beard and his
moustache, which cover a well shaped chin and rise towards his
rosy-brown cheeks, which are not olive-coloured as is normal in most
people with a brown complexion. His eyes are dark, kindly and deep,
very serious and perhaps somewhat sad. But when he smiles, as he does
now, they become gay and young looking. He is dressed in light brown,
very simple but very tidy.
A
group of young Levites comes in and they take up position between the
door and a long narrow table, which is against the same wall as the
door, which is left wide open.
A single curtain […] is drawn to cover the empty space. The
curiosity of the group increases. It grows more so when a hand pulls
the
curtain to one side to admit a Levite, who is carrying in his arms a
bundle of dry branches on which one in blossom is gently laid: it
looks like a light foam of white petals, with a vague pinkish hue
that spreads softer and softer from the centre to the top of the
light petals.
The
Levite lays the bundle of branches on the table very gently to avoid
detracting from the miracle of the branch full of flowers among so
many dry ones. Whispering spreads in the hall. They all stretch their
necks and sharpen their eyes to see. Zacharias, who is near the table
with the other priests, also endeavours to see. But he can see
nothing. Joseph, in his corner, gives a quick glance to the bundle of
branches and when the man he was speaking to says something to him,
he shakes his head in denial as if to say: « Impossible » and
smiles.
A
trumpet is heard beyond the curtain. They all become quiet and turn
in an orderly way towards the door […].
The
High Priest enters surrounded by elders. They all make a deep bow.
The Pontiff goes to the table and begins to speak, standing up.
«
Men of the race of David, gathered here at my request, please listen.
The Lord has spoken, glory be to Him! From His Glory a ray has
descended and, like the sun in springtime, it has given life to a dry
branch which has blossomed miraculously, whereas no other branch on
earth is in bloom to-day […], and the snow that fell on the
mountains in Judah has not yet melted and everything is white between
Zion and Bethany.
«
God has spoken and has made Himself the father and the guardian of
the Virgin of David Who has Him alone as Her protection. A holy girl,
the glory of the Temple, She deserved the word of God to learn the
name of a husband agreeable to the Eternal One. And he must be very
just to be chosen by the Lord as the protector of the Virgin so dear
to Him! For this reason our sorrow in losing Her is alleviated and
all worries about Her destiny as a wife cease. And to the man
appointed by God we entrust with full confidence the Virgin blessed
by God and by ourselves. The
name of the husband is Joseph of Jacob of Bethlehem, of the tribe of
David, a carpenter in Nazareth in Galilee.
Joseph: come forward. It is an order of the High Priest ... »
There
is a lot of whispering. Heads move round, eyes cast inquisitive
glances, hands make signs: there are expressions of disappointment
and relief […]. Joseph, blushing and embarrassed moves forward. He
is now near the table, in front of the Pontiff, whom he has greeted
reverently.
«
Everyone must come here to see the name engraved on the branch. And
everyone must take his own branch to make sure that there is no
deception.»
The
men obey. They look at the branch gently held by the High Priest and
then each takes his own […].
They all look at Joseph. Some look and are silent, others look and
congratulate him.
The elderly man to whom Joseph was speaking before, exclaims: « I
told you, Joseph! Who feels less certain, is the one who wins the
game! »
They
have all now passed before the Pontiff. The High Priest gives Joseph
his branch in bloom, he lays his hand on his shoulder and says to
him: « The spouse the Lord has presented you with, is not rich, as
you know. But all virtues are in Her. Be more and more worthy of Her.
There is no flower in Israel as beautiful and pure as She is. Please,
all go out now. You, Joseph, stay here. And you, Zacharias, since you
are Her relative, please bring in the bride.»
They
all go out, except the High Priest and Joseph. The curtain is drawn
once again over the door. Joseph is standing in a very humble
attitude, near the Priest. There is silence, then the Priest says to
Joseph: « Mary wishes to inform you of a vow She made. Please help
Her shyness. Be good to Her, Who is so good.»
«
I will put my strength and my manly authority at Her service and no
sacrifice on Her behalf will be heavy for me. Be sure of that. »
Mary
enters with Zacharias and Anna of Phanuel.
«
Come, Mary » says the Pontiff. « Here is the spouse that God has
destined to You. He is Joseph of Nazareth. You will therefore go back
to Your own town. I will leave You now. May God give You His
blessing. May the Lord protect You and bless You, may He show His
face to You and have mercy on You. May He turn His face to You and
give You peace. »
Zacharias
goes out escorting the Pontiff. Anna congratulates Joseph and then
she goes out, too.
The
betrothed are now facing each other. Mary, full of blushes, is
standing with Her head bowed. Joseph, who is also red in the face,
looks at Her and tries to find the first words to be said. He
eventually finds them and a bright smile lights up his eyes.
He
says: « I welcome you, Mary. I saw You when You were a little baby,
only a few days old... I was a friend of Your father's and I have a
nephew, the son of my brother Alphaeus, who was a great friend of
Your mother [...].
You
do not know us because You were only a little girl when You came
here. But everyone in Nazareth loves You and they all think and speak
of Joachim's little Mary, Whose birth was a miracle of the Lord, Who
made the barren old lady blossom wonderfully... And I remember the
evening You were born... We all remember it because of the prodigy of
a heavy rain that saved the country and of a violent storm during
which the thunderbolts did not damage even a stem of heather and it
ended with such a large and beautiful rainbow that the like has never
been seen again.
«
And then... who does not remember Joachim's happiness? He dandled You
showing You to his neighbours... As if You were a flower that had
descended from Heaven, he admired You and wanted everyone to admire
You, a happy old father who died talking about his Mary, Who was so
beautiful and good and Whose words were so full of wisdom end
grace... He was quite right in admiring You and in saying that there
is no other woman lovelier than You are! And Your mother? She filled
Your house and the neighbourhood with her songs and she sang like a
skylark in springtime when she was carrying You, and afterwards when
she held You in her arms.
«
I made a cradle for You. A tiny little cradle, with roses carved all
over it, because Your mother wanted it like that. Perhaps it is still
in the house... I am old, Mary. When You were born I was beginning to
work. I was already working... I would never have believed that I was
going to have You as a spouse! Perhaps Your parents would have died a
happier death if they had known, because they were my friends. I
buried Your father, mourning over his death with a sincere heart,
because he was a good teacher to me.»
Mary
raises Her face, little by little, taking heart, as She hears Joseph
speak to Her thus, and when he mentions the cradle She smiles gently
and when Joseph speaks of Her father, She holds out Her hand to him
and says: « Thank you, Joseph. » A very timid and gentle « thank
you.»
Joseph
holds Her little jasmine hand in his short and strong hands of a
carpenter and he caresses it with an affection that expresses more
and more confidence. Perhaps he is waiting for more words. But Mary
is silent once again. He then goes on: « As You know, Your house is
still intact, with the exception of the part that was demolished by
order of the consul, to build a road for the wagons of the Romans
[…]. You know that because of Your father's illness much of the
property had to be disposed of
[…], the fields have been rather neglected. For
over three years the trees and the vines have never been pruned and
the land is untilled and hard. But the trees that saw You when You
were a little girl are still there, and if You agree, I will at once
take care of them.»
«
Thank you, Joseph. But you have your work ... »
«
I will work in Your orchard in the morning and in the evening. The
days are getting longer and longer. By springtime I want everything
to be in order for Your happiness. Look: this is a branch of the
almond tree near the house. I wanted to pick it […] because I
thought that if I should be the chosen one, You would have been
pleased to have a flower from Your garden. But I was not expecting to
be the chosen one as I am a Nazirite [A Hebrew consecrated to the
Lord by renewable vows] and I have obeyed because it is an order of
the Priest, not because I wish to get married. Here is the branch,
Mary. With it I offer You my heart, that, like it, has bloomed up
till now only for the Lord and is now blooming for You, my spouse.»
Mary
takes the branch. She is moved and looks at Joseph with a face that
has become more and more confident and bright. She feels certain of
him. When he says to Her « I am a Nazirite », Her face becomes
bright and She takes courage: « Also I am all of the Lord, Joseph. I
do not know whether the High Priest told you ... »
«
He only told me that You are good and pure, that You wish to inform
me of a vow, and that I must be good to you. Speak, Mary. Your Joseph
wants You to be happy in all Your desires. I do not love You my with
body. I love You with my soul, holy girl given to me by God! Please
see in me a father and a brother, in addition to a husband. And open
Your heart to me as to a father and rely on me as on a brother ... »
«
Since My childhood I have consecrated Myself to the Lord. I know this
is not the custom in Israel. But I heard a voice requesting My
virginity as a sacrifice of love for the coming of the Messiah.
Israel has been waiting for Him for such a long time!... It is not
too much to forgo the joy of being a mother for that! »
Joseph
gazes at Her as if he wanted to read Her heart, then he takes Her
tiny hands which are still holding the branch in blossom and he says:
« I will join my sacrifice to Yours and we shall love the Eternal
Father so much with our chastity that He will send His Saviour to the
world earlier, and will allow us to see His Light shining in the
world. Come, Mary. Let us go before His House [the Temple] and [to]
Nazareth to prepare everything for You, in Your house, if You wish to
go there, or elsewhere if You wish so.»
«
In My house... There was a grotto down at the bottom... Is it still
there? »
«
It is, but it is no longer Yours... But I will build another one for
You where it will be cool and quiet during the hottest hours of the
day. I will make it as much as possible identical to the older one.
And tell me: whom do You want with You? »
«
Nobody. I am not afraid. Alphaeus' mother, who has always come to see
Me, will keep Me company during the day. At night I prefer to be
alone. No harm can befall Me.»
«
And now I am there, too. When shall I come and get You? »
«
Whenever you wish, Joseph.»
«
Then I will come as soon as the house is ready. I will not touch
anything. I want You to find it as Your mother left it. But I want it
to be bright and clean, to receive You without any sadness. Come,
Mary. Let us go and tell the Most High that we bless Him.»
__________________________________________
Based
on Chapter 12 of The
Gospel as Revealed to Me,
Volume One, by Maria Valtorta.
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