Something struck me for the first time today: Jesus didn’t have children.
I know, duh, right. Like wow Jason, Seminary, really?!? There’s 30grand well spent!
But here me out. For many reasons i have been feeling a sense of fear and anxiety about my kid lately. Not the existential kind of fears like will he grow up to be a good guy? will i survive the phase when he hates me? But honest to God fears for his safety. I think this has been brought on by a handful of things.
1st, Tara and I just watched a mini series on the BBC America (yep, we’re nerds) called Torchwood:Children of Earth and it was compelling, entertaining and disturbing. I recomend it for those of you who don’t have kids, for those who do — not so much.
2nd, There’s been a bit of an uptick in crime in my neighborhood these last few days. And it makes me nervous because it is happening during the day which is when i am home alone with Ethan.
3rd, I have been following the adventure’s of my friends the Alt’s who have traveled (along with a 8(?) year old daughter) to Guinea, one of the world’s poorest countries.
All of these things together have got me wondering how radically faithful am i willing to be now that I have a wife and especially a son. Don’t get me wrong, its not that I was radically faithful before, but i have a better sense of what that could look like now and a better sense of how my life doesn’t look like that at all.
So the question is, is there a limit of how much like Jesus I can be with a kid?
or put another way…
If He were in my life circumstance, what would Jesus do?
No one knows. Why? Because Jesus didn’t have kids.
