From The Master Yeshua: the Undiscovered Gospel of Joseph by Joyce Luck. This is your first sneak peek into a book that won't be published until spring 2015.

No, an angel did not appear and inform my grandparents that Mary, a virgin, would conceive a child by the Holy Spirit descending upon her. Neither was she like Leda and impregnated by a swan. Nor was she like Isis, turned into a kite and impregnated by a false phallus attached to Osiris, whose dismembered body Isis had otherwise been able to collect back together. Yeshua was made in the normal way: and this is miracle enough, for do not miracles reside in everyday things? I have too often forgotten this myself, worn down by the cares of the day.

The true wonder of this story is that Yeshua’s birth did indeed coincide with the conjunction in the sky of the four heavenly bodies. It was as if Yeshua himself in the womb knew when to be birthed, because he was born a month early, in October—although this premature birth would later lead his enemies to accuse Mary of being with child before marrying Joseph, so they would call him the son of a fornicator. Some went so far as to say Joseph was not even his father but that Yeshua was the son of a Roman soldier—a Roman, one of the Kittim: such sacrilege! As it was, our nearby Brethren from Qumran and Ein Kerem, watching from the hills, had been able to track the stars and planets approaching each other in the nighttime sky over the course of that month. When they all converged as one, they say, the night was as lit up as the day, and the great star was visible even in the morning. Yeshua was born that very morning, thus fulfilling the Messianic Star Prophecy. If this was not a clear sign from the Divine of a holy birth, I do not know what else could be.

My uncle, Yeshua, the Messiah—Jesus the Christ—had been born.

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