SHANE​ WARREN

For Christians around the world, it is holy. Sacred. Weighty. A day of reverence, grief, silence, and awe. It is wrapped in theology and symbol, prophecy and fulfilment, redemption and hope. It sits at the very centre of Christian memory.

In these messy days of noise, posturing, insecurity, and performance, I find myself thinking about Saint Joseph. Not as a plaster statue. Not as a silent extra in the nativity. Not as the soft-focus old religious figure we place near the manger and then forget. I mean Joseph the man.