Jesus' first Passover visit to Jerusalem proved to be a rite of passage, a turning point not just in his spiritual life as prescribed by the Jewish law but more importantly an awakening to and an awareness of who He was and what He had been called by God to do.
Of the three annual festivals that required all the men of Israel to appear before the Lord at Jerusalem, the Passover was the most heavily attended. Perhaps this was because of all the festivals, the Passover held the most significance to the Jewish people because it marked the birth of the Hebrew Nation and God’s miraculous deliverance from Egypt.
The journey from Galilee, the province where Nazareth was located, down to Jerusalem took several days to complete when Jesus was a boy and generally pilgrims didn’t travel alone. For safety and also for companionship they clustered together in large groups; the women and older folks riding on donkeys or oxen while the men and young boys traveled on foot.
It was a beautiful time to travel because Passover usually took place during either the end of March or the beginning of April when spring was first beginning to make its way across the land.
For Jesus, as a twelve-year-old boy, generally accustomed to spending time in his quiet home in Nazareth, the bustle of Jerusalem would have been fascinating. But perhaps the most fascinating aspect of the journey was when he went to the temple and watched, in awe, as the white-robed priests performed the rituals associated with the Passover. As he knelt in prayer and watched the cloud of incense plume over the courts of the temple, his heart began to awaken to the reality of his mission.
He was drawn into deep thought as he contemplated the sacrifice that the Passover entailed. How the life of an innocent lamb was sacrificed for the salvation of a nation of slaves. How the blood of that lamb, formed the only protective barrier between the vulnerable life of the first born and the sword of the destroying angel.
The experience changed his life. It was like a light bulb exploding with searing clarity in his mind. He understood his mission. He knew what he had been born to do.
Needing some time to process what he was thinking and feeling, Jesus wandered away from his parents. He needed to be alone but he also needed to be in the temple, surrounded by the sights and sounds that seemed to draw him nearer to God, nearer to his mission.
Separated from his parents and the rest of their traveling party he was eventually left behind. It didn’t really occur to him to go looking for his family. He was too engrossed in exploring everything he had realized.