I was listening to Christmas carols today and heard "Away in a Manger."
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head.
That's when I realized that Baby Jesus is my favorite Jesus. So little. So sweet.
Adolescent Jesus seems like he was a handful, running off and hanging out with teachers and all, and the Jesus who kicked everybody out of the temple scares me.
Of course, the Jesus that turned water into wine and whipped up all those loaves and fishes would be cool to hang out with and the Jesus who calmed the storm would come in handy here on the Gulf coast.
Jesus on the cross makes me sad and resurrected Jesus makes me aware of my unawesomeness and I would always be averting my eyes around him.
But, Baby Jesus. Ah, yes. Baby Jesus. I could hug him and squeeze him and run with him and make him laugh.
Baby Jesus. He's my favorite.