Luke 2:41-52
41 Each year his parents went to Jerusalem for the Passover Festival. 42 When he was 12 years old, they went up to Jerusalem according to their custom. 43 After the festival was over, they were returning home, but the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem. His parents didn’t know it. 44 Supposing that he was among their band of travelers, they journeyed on for a full day while looking for him among their family and friends. 45 When they didn’t find Jesus, they returned to Jerusalem to look for him. 46 After three days they found him in the temple. He was sitting among the teachers, listening to them and putting questions to them. 47 Everyone who heard him was amazed by his understanding and his answers.
48 When his parents saw him, they were shocked. His mother said, “Child, why have you treated us like this? Listen! Your father and I have been worried. We’ve been looking for you!”
49 Jesus replied, “Why were you looking for me? Didn’t you know that it was necessary for me to be in my Father’s house?” 50 But they didn’t understand what he said to them.
51 Jesus went down to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. His mother cherished every word in her heart. 52 Jesus matured in wisdom and years, and in favor with God and with people. (CEB)
Necessary Things
I think the day after Christmas Day should be a national day of rest. We’ve been in a near-constant state of Christmas preparation since November first. Now we’re all exhausted from travelling, visiting family and friends, going to Christmas parties and gatherings, eating Christmas meals, the craziness of Christmas morning when the kids (or grandkids) open their gifts. Not to mention all the shopping.
It’s exhausting! Wonderful, but exhausting.
Some of us are exhausted from sickness running its course through our entire household! Thankfully it wasn’t COVID-19. It is that time of year.
This moment—the day after the big celebration—looks a lot like our Gospel text from Luke. The Holy Family had travelled to Jerusalem to celebrate the annual Passover festival, as usual. This was one of the big celebrations within Jewish life.
Now that the festival had ended, they were headed home with all the other faithful pilgrims who’d gone to the temple for worship. But Jesus decided to stay behind and chat with the teachers of his faith. Really, Jesus’ motivation for staying in the Temple while his parents left the city isn’t clear. Maybe he had specific questions that he wanted to discuss with those who might know the answers, or at least discover how to find those answers. Maybe he lost track of time, like kids tend to do when they’re occupied with something. Maybe he thought he was grown up enough to stay behind in another city while his mom and dad headed back home to Nazareth and figured he’d catch up with them later.
His parents, Mary and Joseph, after travelling a day toward home before realizing that their son wasn’t with their group, certainly thought Jesus was lost. The text suggests that Mary and Joseph were travelling back to Nazareth with a rather large company of extended family and friends, so it’s easy to imagine how a tween-age boy could get lost among the other children in the group.
Mary and Joseph assumed Jesus was hanging out with his friends as they traveled, so it didn’t set off alarm bells when they didn’t see him for a while. When my family had big gatherings in the pre-pandemic years, I wouldn’t see my children for hours. I assumed they were somewhere in the house, but I figured as long as there wasn’t blood on the floor, they were okay.
It’s a stark contrast from when I first became a parent. Back then, every sound Kara made had me running to her cradle to make sure she was okay. And it got tiring. I think it’s one of those learning curves every parent experiences. So, over time, a parent learns to pay attention to the kind of sound our kid makes. And we parse out whether the sound is just a sound, or a distressful sound. And we get really adept at learning to tell the difference.
Most parents know how to distinguish kinds of screams. We learn how to tell the difference between happy screams and screams of pain, or even screams of anger. But there are those moments when the pitch of a child’s scream makes parents in the room sit up with a racing heart, and we listen hard, because the way that scream sounded, it could go either way.
Then, a laugh rings out, or there’s a tell-tale change in pitch that reassures our heart. And we relax and go back to what we were doing because we’re reasonably certain that the kids are okay.
I mention that to put Mary and Joseph’s situation into a little perspective. They were not neglectful parents. They were not travelling as a nuclear family, they were traveling as The Crowd from Nazareth. Jesus is the one who decided to stay in Jerusalem when his parents left the city in the caravan full of family and friends. Why wouldn’t they have assumed Jesus was in the caravan with them? Why wouldn’t they assume that their son was off with some of his cousins or friends?
Leaving Jerusalem would have been as busy and chaotic as any family trip you’ve ever taken. Jesus knew they were leaving. He would have helped them pack. Luke’s text tells us that Mary and Joseph assumed Jesus was in the caravan, and they looked for him the whole day while they travelled. They didn’t ditch Jesus, Jesus is the one who ditched his parents and chose to wander off for another visit to the temple.
And, he really didn’t waste any courtesy on his mom and dad when they found him—three days later(!)—in the temple. When Mary asked him why he did this to them and explained how worried they’d been and how they’d had to search for him, Jesus’ response was, “Why were you looking for me? Didn’t you know that it was necessary for me to be in my Father’s house?” (Luke 2:49 CEB).
No. They obviously didn’t know that. Luke only tells us that his parents didn’t understand what Jesus was saying, and that statement is a clue that there’s more going on here than at first appears.
On one hand, I try to imagine how I would respond to this situation if this were my son. But that really doesn’t compare because my son is not God’s Divine Son. Of that I am 100 percent confident. Mary, on the other hand, was fully confident that Jesus was God’s Son—God’s actual child—that he was special and different. And maybe this wasn’t the first instance of Jesus doing something odd and acting like it was completely normal. In any case, it seems that Mary and Joseph exercised a rare kind of patience with their son that was equal to the moment, and they met Jesus where he was.
Where Jesus was, in this moment and so many others, was in his father’s house. One of the things we learn about Jesus is that the temple was immensely important to him. He was carried into the temple before he could walk when he was presented to the Lord and recognized as Israel’s redeemer by Simeon and Anna (Luke 2:22-24). When Jesus visited the temple years later, he threw the money changers out and turned over the tables of those who were selling things there. And he quoted Isaiah 56:7 and Jeremiah 7:11, saying, “My house will be a house of prayer, but you have made it a hideout for crooks” (Luke 19:46 CEB).
Jesus called it his house, because his father’s house was his home, too. And what was going on in his house demanded his attention. “Didn’t you know,” Jesus said to his mother, “that it was necessary for me to be in my father’s house?”
If it was necessary for Jesus, then I’d suggest it’s necessary for us to be in God’s house, too. We need to be present in God’s house so that we can mature and grow in perfection. God’s grace is necessary for us to grow, and that necessarily requires something of us.
Here’s the curious thing—at least it might seem a curious thing to us: even Jesus matured. Even Jesus grew in perfection. Even Jesus needed to be in the temple to worship God. Even Jesus went to the synagogue every Sabbath day, as the Gospel reminds us in Luke 4:16.
The fact that Jesus “matured in wisdom and years, and in favor with God and with people” (Luke 2:52 CEB) wasn’t some miraculous event that just happened, it was due to the practice of his faith! Jesus was in the temple. He was an observant Jew from a family of observant Jews who went to temple during the pilgrim festivals, and to the synagogue every Sabbath day. It was important to Jesus to be in God’s house. Jesus grew steadily from his religious roots, not in spite of them. There is no such thing as being either a Jew or a Christian apart from the community of faith, or apart from communal worship in God’s house!
John Wesley saw this text as evidence for practical divinity, that growth in holiness is a process that requires progress. Growth requires participation and presence. That’s why we pledge our “Presence” in our membership vows when we join The United Methodist Church. Jesus, though he was already perfect, continued to grow in perfection. If even the perfect Son of God had to mature and grow, it plainly follows that even the purest and most seasoned of Christians have room to mature, too. Isn’t that why we come to this place every week? Isn’t that why we offer God our worship, receive God’s grace, and pray for each other here in this sanctuary? We come here to hear the story of God’s love, redemption, and salvation again when so many other stories vie for our attention throughout the week.
We should also note that Jesus’ presence in the Synagogue and Temple was something he learned from his parents. It was important to Jesus because it was important to his parents. He learned from them. The practice of faithfulness is oftentimes something we learn from our parents or other family members.
Maybe you know why you decided to come to worship today, or maybe you don’t really know. Maybe you felt compelled by some inner necessity to be in God’s house with your extended family and friends. Whatever got you here, your presence suggests that your faith is important to you, and that—rather like Jesus—you know you have room to grow and mature.
That seems like a rather mature insight to me.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen!
~Rev. Christopher Millay