“…kill
him.”
Instead of remonstrating with the Angel about suggesting he appear to
Herod, for real, and scare him out of this idea, or maybe send his mate, the
not-surreal but very real Angel of Death, the one from off of the Passover,
Joseph got up, for he always followed his dreams, even when they involved
supernatural messengers from outer space (if not there, then where?), and even
when he was asleep, for he was a somnambulist (and not just a carpenter).
He (Joseph) took the child and his mother (that
one) during the night (for he was still asleep) and left for Egypt, where
he stayed until the death of Herod.
And so was fulfilled what the Lord had
said through the prophet: “Out of Egypt I called my son,” which was not in the
least contrived by Matthew (the author of this Gospel, i.e. me) to prove that
he (the baby) was the Messiah, as a way of tricking credulous Jews to convert
to the early church.
The Interval: please collect your
drinks
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