“Fully human, fully divine, all boy.
That’s our Jesus.”
Mary mused after he was out of the house.
Telling the story to her friends.
“We lost him in Jerusalem.
Worried us sick for three days.
When we finally found him in the Temple
all Joseph could say was,
‘listen to your mother.’
Poor Joseph, he didn’t know what to do.
Neither did I
but the boy needed to know.
He scared us.
He needed to know
the suffering he put us through.
Do you know what he did?
Crossed his arms and pouted.
Got that look on his face,
you know, impatient with us.
Then he chastised us,
“Did you not know that
I must be in my Father’s house?”
As if it was all our fault.
Teenagers, they think they know everything.
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