Janet Scott reads from the gospel of Matthew
In a Roman Catholic church in the Netherlands I once saw a statue of Joseph with the infant Jesus. Carved from wood, as befits a carpenter, and unpainted, it showed big rough workman’s hands tenderly holding a baby. There were candles burning in front of it, but nowhere near as many as those before Mary on the other side of the church.
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