Child’s Play
We aren’t told much about the life of Jesus from the time when the Magi from the east presented the child with their prophetic gifts to the beginning of his ministry. We know that he and his family used to go to Jerusalem every year for the Passover, and that when he was twelve, in the exuberance of his boyish nature, he stayed behind to be about his heavenly Father’s business, disputing and conversing with the scholars in the Temple. We know, besides, that he learned his foster-father’s trade and worked as a carpenter. And that is about all.
We wish there were more, but we should take as an important feature of the Gospel that there is no more:none of the typical embellishments of the young life of the hero, no desire among the Evangelists to see the mature Christ developing in the boy. Indeed, it is a mystery to us, this very question of how Jesus, the only-begotten Son of God, had to learn things in ordinary human fashion. Perhaps it shall be revealed to us in glory. But it does appear that any probing into the development of Jesus’ personality would be impertinent.
The mature Jesus we encounter in the Gospels is like us in obvious ways: he needs food and drink and rest; he is moved with joy and sorrow, with delight in the good deeds of men and disappointment in their failures; he knows how to speak to put people at ease or to accuse them home; he prays, he sings, he holds his peace. He is like us, but not one of us is like him. You may meet a man who is like Socrates: gregarious, not too responsible when it comes to family life, intelligent, sometimes the life of the party, and often an insufferable pest. You will not meet anyone like Jesus, though that very likeness is the aim of the Christian life, and in that likeness we will be fully and distinctly and unrepeatably ourselves.
Then maybe we can guess that if Jesus was like other boys, no boy was ever like Jesus, so that if we were told what kinds of games he liked to play, or what small house he built out of some scraps of lumber that Joseph gave him, that would falsify him, not because the boy Jesus did not do such things, but because, in his case alone, dwelling upon them would encourage in us a kind of false familiarity that gets in the way of genuine knowledge. All that St. Luke tells us is that “the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was upon him” (2:40), and then, after the account with the doctors of the law, that “Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man” (2:52). But what could that mean?
Hiddenness as Testimony
The priest-poet Jean-Baptiste de Santeuil (1630–1697) meditated upon that mystery, giving us the Latin hymn Divine, crescebas, Puer, used, in the Paris Psalter, for Sunday Lauds in the time of Epiphany. He does not make any guesses. He takes the hiddenness of Jesus’ young life as itself a testimony to who he is and what the future has in store for him: by the very darkness we are to see darkness, and then the light that dispels all darkness.
Here is the first stanza, as translated somewhat loosely into English by the otherwise excellent John Chandler:
In stature grows the heavenly Child,
With death before his eyes;
A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild,
Prepared for sacrifice.
In this case, though, Chandler fails us a bit. For the poet says that the Child grew divinely and by his growing, learned to die. The verse from Hebrews comes to mind: “Though he were a Son, yet learned he obedience by the things which he suffered” (5:8). But as a boy? Yes, since his work and his humble life were the praeludia of his death to come. De Santeuil is clearly aware of the inner sense of the Latin word. The boy Jesus’ experiences were not just preludes, but introductory and preparatory play. If boys learn to be men by playing soldier or king, Jesus prepared for his death by the humility of being unknown and powerless.
We have here two cases of dramatic irony of quite a subtle kind, since the two cases appear to contradict one another. The more obvious is that people do not see in the son of the carpenter the Son of God through whom all things were made. The less obvious is that we are especially to see the Son of God in him by the secrecy itself. Of course, we might be forgiven for not seeing:
The Son of God his glory hides
With parents mean and poor;
And he who made the heavens abides
In dwelling-place obscure.
The Latin is domos for the heavens above, and domo for the house of the poor man Joseph. Carpenters build houses, and the Son of God who built the mansions of heaven has chosen the house of earth to dwell in. Again, though, the hiding is a revelation: for God, who made all things, dwells in his fullness in the smallest of the seeds; and the first entry of the Son of God in the flesh was likewise hidden, quiet, in the womb of Mary.
Christ’s Brilliant Humility
Anthony Esolen is Distinguished Professor of Humanities at Thales College and the author of over 30 books, including Real Music: A Guide to the Timeless Hymns of the Church (Tan, with a CD), Out of the Ashes: Rebuilding American Culture (Regnery), and The Hundredfold: Songs for the Lord (Ignatius). He has also translated Dante’s Divine Comedy (Random House) and, with his wife Debra, publishes the web magazine Word and Song (anthonyesolen.substack.com). He is a senior editor of Touchstone.
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