God in the Cradle: Reflecting on the Humanity of Baby Jesus
by Emily Carle
I really wish it was more common in Christianity to think about baby Jesus. Like, actually think about Jesus as a newborn human. Sure, the songs say he was meek and mild, but let’s consider the reality of things.
Our baby Jesus was exactly that: a baby. If we truly understand God to have come down as a human, that means God-as-Jesus existed just as human babies do. Jesus would have cried through the night. He would have sucked from his mother’s breast. He definitely could not have wiped his own bottom. He probably kept Mary and Joseph awake. And I am positive they watched him sleep with awe. God-as-Jesus was fully reliant on another person – a (gasp) woman no less – for his very survival as a helpless infant. I love thinking about God in this way. It brings comfort to know that when we say God has an intimate understanding of what it is like to be human, it’s true.
God knows what it is like to be vulnerable. God knows our messiness. God knows life is not always glamorous. God knows the “really real” of existence. What wonder is it, when 32 years later, Jesus will say to his disciples, “my body, broken for you” when Mary was the first to break her body for him?
