Brother Michael Stromber, CP, a member of the Passionist community in Queens, New York, produced this sculptor of St. Joseph the Worker some years ago while he was a missionary in Jamaica. Brother Michael is a fine artist as well as a worker who fixes almost anything, cars, toilets, broken light fixtures, chairs. Not much he doesn’t know how to do.
I pass this sculpture regularly on my way up to my room on the 3rd floor in the monastery. The faces on the statue are blank, you can see, which is the way it is with so many ordinary workers in our society, isn’t it? We hardly notice them. We only see what they do.
In this case, that’s clearly shown in our sculpture. The most defined thing in it is the hammer in Joseph’s hand which he’s sharing with the young boy standing with him. He’s teaching the young boy how to work with it. They are absorbed in what they’re doing.
The people of Nazareth dismiss Jesus when he speaks in their synagogue! “Where did he get this wisdom? Isn’t he the son of Joseph, the carpenter?” The man who fixes things and goes unnoticed..
Our feast encourages us to see the dignity of work and so many things associated with it– the right to a just wage, equality of wages for women and men. The right to a job, the right to join other workers to seek good working conditions.
How important to pass on to the young what Joseph is passing on to Jesus. It’s a wisdom the people of Nazareth, unfortunately, don’t see.
Well put Father , Joe.
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It is a wisdom we as a society continue to ignore. I admit that I have been guilty of snapping at the ‘ordinary’ worker…the DMV staff, slow salesgirl at the department store during the Christmas rush, the late cable guy! When I became a mom and my son started noticing my abruptness with ‘the worker’, I decided that I didn’t want him to grow up to be the rude shopper. I added phrases to my dialogue such as, ‘may I trouble you for..’ and ‘may I please have..’ And at the end of each encounter I wish each worker I meet with..Have a great day. We have all come from humble beginnings..the ice man, shoemaker, seamstress, farmer..and yes we have all be saved for eternity by the carpenter’s son!
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Joe,
He’s your patron saint; you have an inside track to him.
FVictor
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Natalie,
Beautiful reflection. Thanks for it.
FVictor
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