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Manger Wetter
Coming to Terms with Our Neediness
Wrinkled, Crinkled
Red-skinned Squirmer
Famished Squealer,
Manger Wetter.
Gabriel salutes you!
Michael bows!
We here in Bethlehem
Bed you with cows.
We here in Bethlehem
Bed you with cows.
âStephen Mahan
When we reflect on the humanity of Jesus, our minds most easily leap to Jesus the mature man. This leap is understandable, since most of the four Gospels focus on the adult ministry, teachings, miracles, relationships, suffering, death, and resurrection of the Lord. Only Matthew and Luke record accounts of his birth and a glimpse of his childhood.
What does it mean that Jesus began dwelling among us as baby flesh? This question troubled many of the early church fathers, some of whom tried to deny that Jesus was truly God and truly human. Some were particularly repelled at the idea and the image of the Second Person of the Trinity entering the world through a womanâs womb. But this ancient heresy, sometimes attributed to Nestorius, is not merely ancient, as I discovered some years ago. As the headmaster of a Christian school, I sent out a yearly Christmas card. One year the poem on the card was âManger Wetter,â the text of which opens this chapter. While most responses I received were very positive and polite, to my surprise I received a few stinging letters of rebuke, all from older, biblically literate, ostensibly mature Christian leaders. The general sentiment was that the poet, a friend and Lutheran pastor, and I had committed sacrilege by suggesting that the Lord Jesus Christ was a âmanger wetter.â I was stunned to realize how these pious Christians were repulsed by the truth that Jesus âwas made man,â beginning like all humanity as a baby. They could not imagine that he had truly entered humanity, and, I suspect, they were repulsed in the depths of their hearts by the realities of their own humanity.
What is it that repulses us about God being a manger wetter? Some of us were taught not to discuss, better yet not to think about, the fact that human beings pass some of the food and drink they consume. We are taught that to discuss such topics is vulgar and dirty. Therefore, we infer that the realities themselves are vulgar and dirty. Nor do people who talk openly about such things help much, since so many of them speak of passing food, water, and gas as something hilariously dirty. Finally, the idea that any of us, much less God, should wet the bed means we are not in control, and who can imagine God not being in control of everything?
Heâll Wear Flesh
Over the centuries, Christian artists have probably more readily embraced the mystery of God becoming baby flesh than have many Christian theologians. The very paradox that puzzles or repels some pietistic Christian thinkers intrigues and attracts Christian artists. For example, John Donne is one of many Christian poets who embrace the mystery of God as infant and never more powerfully than in the second poem of his seven-sonnet cycle entitled âAnnunciationâ
The poem captures the absurdity of the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, and holy God condescending into Maryâs womb, choosing her to become her âMakerâs makerâ and her âFatherâs mother.â Rather than moving beyond the literal facts of his incarnation, the poem contemplates the meaning of God as fetus, as flesh, as finite.
In rendering and reflecting on the concrete reality of Jesusâ infant humanity, artists like Donne carry on the bold tradition of biblical writers. Isaiah, in what Christians take to be a messianic prophecy, describes a world in desperate need of a savior who can redeem the people from the clutches of bloody tyrants:
How shocking to follow the images of warriorsâ boots and garments rolled in blood with âFor to us a child is bornâ! One expects that following such striking images of bloody warfare the prophet would give us the image of Messiah as righteous warrior, as judge, an Achilles or Ben Hur. But instead he describes the hope of Israel as first a child, a son. And old Simeon continues with this prophetic imagination when the Gospel of Luke describes this old flesh taking this young infant into his arms, looking the baby in the eye and, instead of cooing, declaring, âMy eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all people, a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and for glory to your people Israelâ (2:30â32). He then turns to Mary and Joseph, who marvel at his words, and says, âThis child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israelâ (2:34). As this exchange is carried on among them, Jesus, we can imagine, is sleeping or looking about him, or even crying. But this does not prevent these adult Jews from seeing in this infant the hope of Israel and the entire world.
By contrast, other stories of miraculous births that were thick in the air when Jesus walked the earth tend toward the miracle child either being born an adult or being born a baby with miraculous powers. An example of the first is the story of the birth of Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom. She is born from the forehead of her father, Zeus, full of wisdom and divinity. A variation of the birth of a miracle-working child is found in the Mwindo Epic, a story of the Nyanga people of the Democratic Republic of Congo. Mwindo, whose name means âthe little one just born he walks,â is the child of a tribal chief, Shemwindo. The chief has sworn that he will not let a male child live, because that child would be his successor and remind him of his mortality. So the gods give Mwindo special powers, even in the womb, to escape his fatherâs attempts to kill him and to defeat his father in battle. While this is a unique expression of heroic literature, it is a typical description of a child born as a demigod or with miraculous gifts from the gods. Such miracle babies are almost never described as normal babies, as was Jesus. I suspect this is because most religions and myths cannot comprehend true divinity becoming true humanity or because they have such disdain for âthe human conditionâ that they prefer their heroes to be all-powerful from the start. Jesus, by contrast, entered helpless humanity helpless, as real babies really do.
Weak and Needy
So what does the helpless infant humanity of Jesus imply about our humanity?
First, Jesus, especially in infancy but not only as an infant, was weak and needy. He had to rely on Mary and Joseph, as well as other adults in his extended family, to feed, wipe, and hold him, and until a certain age he could only communicate that need by crying. To be weak and needy, powerless to manage some of lifeâs problems and challenges in oneâs own strength, is to be humanânot a sin. We will discuss later some other incidents when Jesus was weak and needyâafter fasting in the desert, when seeking solitude to pray, and in the Garden of Gethsemane, to name a few. For now, let it suffice to say that our Lord was weak and needy, yet without sin, which raises the question of how we can be the same.
Accepting weakness and need is perhaps more difficult for modern Americans than for most people in the history of the world. While all human beings wrestle with prideâthinking more highly of themselves than they oughtâwe Americans place a very high value on being âself-made,â independent, and not reliant on or a burden to anyone. While this is not necessarily the freedom described by the founding fathers (for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are all perfectly possible for people who know they are weak and needy), early in the American story we envisioned freedom as autonomy. Founders such as Benjamin Franklin, novelists such as James Fenimore Cooper, poets such as Walt Whitman, along with a wide array of folk heroes and industrial giants, wove into the American myth that freedom and the pursuit of happiness meant making oneâs way in the world without asking anyone for anything. Indeed, to be weak and needy in our...