“Did Jesus have a diaper cry?”
“When did Jesus start sleeping through the night?”
“What was Jesus’ wet/poopy diaper routine?”
These are the kind of questions rolling around in my mind these days as I care for our sweet precious baby girl.
Yet, somehow, they feel almost sacrilegious. Why?
I could spill much ink in trying to answer that question, likely resulting in criticisms of our evangelical culture, and exhortations to change, but instead, I’m choosing to continue to reflect…
More often than not, when I think of Jesus, I imagine Him as powerful, sovereign, authoritative…not tiny, helpless, and dependent. And it hit me, that its not entirely my fault. The Bible itself doesn’t give more than a few glimpses of Jesus as a baby or child, and even those are to highlight a particular theological point. The Bible isn’t nearly as descriptive as I’d like it to be sometimes.
But I wonder if the Bible is silent on these kind of details about Jesus’ growing up years precisely because He was a normal baby, toddler, elementary kid, and teenager. God doesn’t need to give us more details about Jesus’ childhood because our experience of children suffices to imagine what He must have been like.
So, this Christmas, amidst the night wakings, nursing frenzies, and poopy diapers, I am letting my imagination soar.
And it brings me to tears. As we sing songs like, “Silent night…holy infant, so tender and mild…”, I imagine Jesus’ little newborn eyes gazing up at Mary as He nursed. Or “What child is this who laid to rest on Mary’s lap is sleeping?” — I wonder what it was that put Jesus to sleep? Did Mary have to walk around with Him in her arms, or give Him a ride on the donkey, or just rock Him in her arms? And how long did it take Him to fall asleep? Did He fuss beforehand?
This is a time of year more than ever to remember that Jesus became one of us — in every way, starting from the most helpless and dependent state of becoming a newborn baby.
If Jesus could become that helpless, perhaps I have some room to grow in my humility too.
“and Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart…” (Luke 2:19)