Lizzy has a Fisher Price Nativity Set that she loves, so much that we let her play with it all year. The manger scene characters mingle with her farmyard animals, and Joseph regularly drives the tractor.
But her favorite piece is baby Jesus. I’d like to say it’s because he’s Jesus, but it probably has more to do with it being a baby. She likes to kiss it and pack it around the house.
Baby Jesus ends up in surprising places around the house, and he’ll go unseen for days.
So I found another one online. A “replacement” baby Jesus. Amazon even calls it that.
And I realized that I have a lot of replacement baby Jesus idols.
Jesus is my “Savior,” but I always find functional saviors, pale shadows in comparison—things and people that temporarily save me but don’t offer the full fix.
He’s my “Helper,” but I look for help in other places first. I lean onto my husband, good friends, helpful books, and wise teachings. And Google searches seem to be my favorite helper in the parenting department.
Jesus is my “Peace,” but I seek peace through other means (chocolate, earplugs, exercise), only to turn to him as a last resort.
Who or what is your replacement Jesus?