In the Wednesday night Bible study, the question came up as to what
kind of childhood Jesus had. It got me to thinking, and if you don’t mind, I’ll compare him to myself in those
had some Christian friends they’d visit, and they had a boy named Glen, about my age, and they happened to live in an
area that had a grove of trees around a railroad side track, and frequently a locomotive and three or four passenger cars
would be parked there. No guards, of course, in those days, so we’d explore to our heart’s content…up
in the engine and back in the passenger part with its plush seats. And it didn’t enter our minds to soil or damage
I don’t remember it, Mom told of a time she had mentioned she needed something for the kitchen, and there must have
been a cotton patch nearby, because as we kids walked back home from picking, I was late, and Mom asked where I was. And
it must have been my younger brother Jerry, who told her I had gone by the neighborhood store to buy that item.
That’s enough for you to suppose that I was
what they called a "good kid." All boy, but there just wasn’t any meanness. It was watermelon country, but
I never was in on stealing a melon with the guys, and I never played marbles in what was called "for keeps." My
folks never sat me down to lecture the dos and don’ts, but they lived right, and it rubbed off.
And I’m thinking that Jesus was just another
good kid and might forget to hook the gate and the camels got out, but in his heart and soul, I believe Christ was in there.
Maybe He was a "fast learner," and so was reading sooner than usual, and was smart, so He understood those scrolls
about The Law and such. We at least know that at age 12, he amazed the priests in the temple (Luke 2:41-52).
God allowed men to tell us about Jesus, beginning
at about age 30, with John the Baptist laying the groundwork of introduction, and that’s all we need to know. And that
"Good Kid" continues, even today, to amaze us. Get acquainted.