Almost every parent has favorite pictures and memories of
their children when they were babies, toddlers, and young children. Every
family get-together has shared laughs and sighs when remembering things like
first words, steps, sports participation, and the like. I'm no different than most,
except that my son grew up far from my family, so they can only laugh when I
recount some of his exploits (and disasters), not participate in remembering
them.
My son was a chubby little cherub with blonde curls and big
blue eyes. Granted, he was a bit too chubby as an infant but evened out as he grew
into a toddler. Still, he was so cute and so clever. He's all grown up now, but
I'm still in love with the little boy he was.
I wonder if Mary looked at her adult son and saw him as a
baby, a toddler, a child, or a teen? Did she see him play with his friends and
hold her breath if he fell down and scraped his knee? Did she remind him to be
careful when he went out to play or went to work with his earthly father, Joseph?
Did Mary wish she could keep him a little boy for longer than his growing up
allowed?
It's easy to think of Jesus as a child, probably nearly
perfect in every way, kind, loving, obedient, and clever. He would be pictured
as a cherubic little being with chubby cheeks, big blue eyes, and, quite often,
blondish curls, much like my own little boy. We get that picture from all the western
European art produced over the centuries that pictured him as Western Europeans
would expect to see him. Mary and Joseph would wear robes and mantles, but they
would probably have light skin and medium-brown hair. Again, the view we get is
from the portraits and paintings we've grown up seeing. I remember the painting
of Jesus as an adult, standing next to the Jordan River, that covered the wall
behind the baptistry in our church when I was growing up. He was painted as fair-skinned,
blue-eyed, and had light brown hair with golden highlights.
What a shock it was to realize that all the images of Jesus
I remember seeing as I grew up were, in fact, fiction. Of course, part of the
fiction was that there weren't any pictures of Jesus when he walked on the
earth. Hence, artists used either the sponsors of the paintings or some other
human being as the model, hair, skin and all.
I remember seeing an image of Jesus as a Middle-Eastern man
with dark skin, hair, and eyes for the first time. It took me a few minutes to
take it in, but it somehow seemed more realistic than all the images I'd seen while
growing up. Of course, it made sense that he would be Middle-Eastern in
appearance since that was where he was born and grew up. Since then, I've seen
Jesus as an African, a Native American, a Hispanic, an Asian, an Inuit, and from
various parts of the Middle East. Remarkably, people can see a figure of Jesus
that speaks to them and their race, culture, and ethnicity. I wonder if Mary
would see those images and recognize her own little boy all grown up?
I think it is essential to recognize that for all his
divinity, Jesus came as a human being, to live as one, and to learn to understand
humanity from the inside out, as it were. He probably got into mischief when growing
up – what child doesn't? Jesus knew what feelings were and how to respond to
them in himself and others. He expressed kindness toward others that he wanted them
to see and imitate. He studied scripture, as a good Jewish boy would, to better
understand what God wanted and how to present that to the people of the earth.
Many of those with whom Jesus came in contact were not ultra-pious
Jews but were Samaritans, Romans, and other Jews. Still, he treated all of them
as God's children and, as such, his brothers, sisters, and neighbors.
How do you see Jesus? Looking somewhat like your own child
as an infant or toddler? Like a little Black baby you saw in the grocery store?
Perhaps as a Navajo girl holding a young lamb? An Asian child riding a carabao,
pulling a cart full of reeds or rice? An Arab child sitting in a pile of
rubble? A homeless child from possibly any city in the world?
Perhaps we need to look for Jesus in every other person on
earth, whether we like them or not. While Jesus was divine, he was also human, like
any of us. He chose to live as he did because it was God's will. Perhaps we
need to look at ourselves a bit deeper than someone in competition for limited
resources and learn to see ourselves as living the life Jesus taught about and
lived himself.
Originally published on Episcopal Café as part of Episcopal Journal, Saturday, August 27, 2022.
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