Every year his parents traveled to Jerusalem for the Passover Festival. When he was twelve years old, they went up according to the custom of the festival. After those days were over, as they were returning, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem, but his parents did not know it. Assuming he was in the traveling party, they went a day’s journey. Then they began looking for him among their relatives and friends. When they did not find him, they returned to Jerusalem to search for him.
Luke 2:41-45

Before we get to the part where they find Jesus, let’s just sit with Joseph and Mary for these couple of days when Jesus is lost. After all these years. After the angel visits/warnings. After the flight to Egypt. After returning tentatively to Galilee and Nazareth. Now, thinking that everything had calmed down, Jesus was lost! I’m sure they must have had other kids by now. Did they take those kids with them or did they let them go back to Nazareth with the friends and relatives? But forget that for a moment. Jesus was lost!

As they traveled, slept at night (which I’m sure was fitful sleep at best), what were their conversations with each other like? What were their prayers to you like? Were they repenting to you for not keeping a closer eye on him? Were they beseeching you for his safety? Were they trying to figure out where to even start looking for him? Were they afraid that he had been finally found by whomever the king was at the time and killed?

Being a father (and mother) is rife with moments like this, although maybe not to this level since Joseph knew this boy was your son. You know you’ve messed up. You know that you’ve done the wrong thing for your child. You know they are in danger and you didn’t adequately protect them. You are scared for them. It can all be overwhelming.

And as a child you never really appreciate what your parent is experiencing. I’m at a point in my parenting now that my children are childless adults that I know there are certain things they just won’t get until they are parents themselves. And being parents will give them deeper insights into you and into my wife and me. Sometimes experience is the only thing that can teach us. In this case, Jesus was about to learn a lesson in how to bless his parents.

Father, help me to be at peace with my parenting mistakes. Help me to extend grace to my children now. Help me to reach out and love you as my own father. As much as I’m able, I truly appreciate what you do for me.

In Jesus’s name I pray,

Amen