“Now Israel loved Joseph above all his sons, because he had him in his old age: and he made him a coat of diverse colors. And his brethren seeing that he was loved by his father, more than all his sons, hated him, and could not speak peaceably to him.” (Genesis 37: 3-4)
“And he said to them: Go to Joseph: and do all that he shall say to you.” (Genesis 41: 55)
When I was once a completely lost soul, newly vomited forth from the twin bovine guts of porn and homosexuality, I felt like I had nowhere to turn: Jesus just seemed big, mighty, and distant; Our Lady, she looked so very high above me, so pure, and unapproachable. Then, for some strange reason, my namesake came to me: the forgotten St. Joseph. He was a supremely masculine, but gentle and quiet presence around me. Suddenly, he just threw a large brown wool cloak over me. It was warm and safe, and he constantly kept watch as lied there and rested. I healed under that mantle. Later, I realized what a Grace I was accorded: to be under the same piece of cloth which sheltered the Blessed Mother during the long march to Bethlehem and protected the infant Jesus as the Holy Family made their way into Egypt.
Joseph is waiting to cover you as well. Therefore, if you are seeking the Love of Jesus Christ, and believing yourself unworthy, “Go to Joseph.” For, he is the humble servant of the God made Man. And, just as he protected and guarded over the doorway to the little house in Nazareth, he escort you inside, and ultimately bring you to the table of Jesus and Mary.