In church today we asked the question, “What does a peasant baby say about the nature of God?” And in the extended silence that followed, the idea of God as a baby really burrowed deep into my heart.
So many of us, myself included, see God primarily in light of our parent figures. Which, for me, means I am always trying to impress him with my latest accomplishment, or taking him for granted, or pouting because I haven’t gotten what I want.
But to see God as a baby? A baby is unjudging, uncorrupted, unconditionally accepting, and wants nothing more than to cuddle and smile and blow raspberries. (I think this is maybe why I like babies so much. And they’re pretty stinkin’ cute, of course.) What if God came as a baby to invite me to approach him as I would a tiny human, with all honesty and no pretensions or aspirations, just a desire to have and to hold and be in communion with him? Now that would be amazing.
And then we hit the verse in Romans: “For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.” (Romans 8:29)
If God is an implacable parent, then Jesus must be the unattainable sibling ideal, right? But if God is a baby, he has a smile and gurgle for everyone, not just the rich ones, not just the pretty ones, not just the religious ones. Can I be like that? I hope so, and maybe that’s why Jesus came aas a baby in the first place.