According to Luke 2:41-50
Mary tells about the time they lost Jesus
We searched high and low for him. We visited all the favorite shops and vendors we had been to. We searched our relatives' and friend's homes. It came to nothing. Night and day we looked for three days. What had happened to our Jessy?
We had given up hope and went to the Temple to pray and offer a sacrifice. It was sundown on the third day. He was lost. Gone.
Then, we heard his voice echoing through the collonades. And, there he was; sitting on a stool surrounded by the religious elite. They were talking, cavorting, kibitzing about things sacred and things pagan.
Joseph could not contain himself. He raced through the circle budging between two ranking Pharisees. In a flash Joseph grabbed Jessy by the shoulder of his tunic.
"Where in hell have you been"?
Jessy was suspended in the air with almost no weight on the stool hanging from his father's grip.
Fright showed on the boy's face then changed to a look that said "Oh, it's you dad".
I couldn't hear what Jessy said for women weren't allowed to approach the religious educators or any man for that matter.
Jessy smirked as he said it looking around at his audience. Joseph, with his free hand swung a wide ope fist connecting to Jessy's lips and teeth.
The force knocked him off the stool backward into the laps of two pompous looking clerics. They caught him though not before nose and skull collided. The cleric sat stunned for a few seconds while his brain connected the pain and vision of blood soaked prayer shawl to reality.
Finally the cleric winced and let out a yelp fading to a moan.
""I'll give you business in your father's house..." I heard Joseph mutter.
Again he grabbed Jessy's collar and dragged and yanked the boy through the circle and gates in double time. Jessy squirmed trying to catch his balance.
We had our boy back!
