And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men.
Luke 2:52The angels ascended.
The shepherds made their goodbyes.
The sun came up the next day.
And the next.
And now, Jesus went about the business of being...a baby.
There would be glimmers in his childhood, prophecies from Simeon and Anna, visits from Magi, a relocation to Egypt.
But for the most part, after the glory of His birth, Jesus began living life.
Diapers, feedings, sleeping, waking, crying.
And while His conception and birth are rightfully celebrated as a miracle, so do those quiet years seem miraculous to me. The miracle that He was willing to come quietly walk out a suburban Galilean lifestyle. That He was willing to learn to roll over, to crawl, to creep, to walk. That He learned to sleep, this God who stands outside of time, submitting to naps and drowsiness. That He grew. And experienced. And observed.
In accordance with the laws of human development He had programmed into our DNA.
And He did such a stellar job of being seemingly 'normal' that His own hometown folks would later question how someone as 'average' as Jesus could be the miracle worker and fiery rabbi roaming Israel.
And it all started on day two of His earthly life.
After the angels ascended.
After the shepherds went home.
And Jesus got down to the business of being a baby.
So He could understand us in every way.