I have always, even in my “lapsed Catholic” days, been intrigued – and even inspired – by thinking of what Jesus did and experienced as a child, and even as a young adult.
I’m reminded, for example, of two flashback scenes in The Passion of the Christ: in one, Jesus is building a table and has a friendly banter with Mary; in another, he’s a child, and Mary is looking after him.
I find it heartwarming to think of Jesus having a mom. Imagine a 7-year-old Jesus with a skinned knee, or having caught a cold, and being consoled by Mary.
Or imagine him helping Joseph as a carpenter’s apprentice…making a gift for his mother (the kind that parents proudly display on the fridge or a book case nowadays)… sharing with other children…studying and/or doing his homework…picking up around the house…running a last-minute errand while his mother made dinner…the list could go on and on.
I’m touched and inspired by Jesus’ humanity – I guess you could say it gives me hope, of a different sort perhaps than I get from his divinity.
What do you guys think? Do you feel it’s profitable to ponder these things? Clearly, there’s a reason that his early life was hidden from us, but I don’t imagine it’s because we’re not meant to wonder about it.
Thanks in advance!