Come Out On A Limb With Me

My sleeping pattern sucks.  I doze for an hour (max) and then wake up because I have to pee.  Yeah, yeah. TMI I realize.  But stick with me.  Since I get almost no REM sleep I wake up with weird things rattling around in my head.

Here's the one from last night:

Jesus.  Discount the "sonofgod" part for a second  He was a good kid, right?  Are there stories of him mouthing off to his mother or poking dogs with sticks?  I don't think so.  He didn't go to day care or public school; so he missed out on all that childhood bonding, play date making, social skills acquiring we emphathize today, right?  No high school nightmares for the adolescent Jesus either.  I wonder if he had a part time job or helped Joseph in the wood shop.  We know Jesus was a good party guest and great friend.  We don't know if he played sports or flirted with the girls at the well.  That would have been a swell chapter.

Also, 33 years on the planet in a body, right?  No arthritis, no need for reading glasses, no adult acne, no cancer scares, no looting of his retirement fund.  Jesus didn't have to personally address any of the many sucking issues of aging.  Maybe that would have been helpful.  I mean for folks nowadays who are trying to figure out how Jesus and his time here relates to them.  33 is the slam bang prime!  I wonder what the conversation with the apostles would have sounded like as they rounded the corner of an eighth decade.  Would they borrow each other's BenGay or just nag Jesus for a miracle?

It probably isn't part of fulfilling prophecy, but I wonder what those chapters (Jesus: His Wonder Years or Jesus: the Elder Statesman) would have been like.

That's the limb.  I'm pretty sure my "faith" is being tested.  I'm not sure what questions I should be asking.  I wish Jesus could have hung around a bit longer. 33 is awfully young; even if you are a son of God.