Jesus was adopted.
It struck me in a new way today as I read through the genealogy in Matthew 1. The ancestry of our Savior was tracked through Jospeh. Mary is of course mentioned but it is Joseph’s family tree through which history ties Jesus back to King David back to Abraham.
It was Jospeh who named the child (at the prompting of an angel). It was Joseph who wandered to Bethlehem to register his family for the census and likely listed his family of three. Eight days later, Joseph was present as he presented Jesus in the temple, fulfilling the laws of circumcision, purification, and dedication. It was Joseph who listened again to the angel and led his family, including his adopted son, away from danger, becoming a refugee in the process. It was Jospeh who did this yet again a while before settling his family in Nazareth. It was Joseph who led his family in their faith, witnessed through little snapshots of their faithfulness including the annual trip to Jerusalem for Passover.
Scripture paints beautiful pictures of Mary’s deep love for her son all throughout his life, but today the deep love of Joseph, Jesus’ adoptive dad, is captivating.
What a faithful father.
He claims him as his own.
What a beautiful reflection of our Heavenly Father as well. One who doesn’t have to love us, but chooses to. One who claims us and leads us. One who protects and provides.
I can’t imagine how challenging it was at times to be “dad” to the Savior of the world. I’m grateful though today for Joseph’s example of faith and trust in our Faithful Father.
“So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him “Abba, Father.” For His Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm we are God’s children.” Romans 8:15-16