I said, "Do you know who the angel is?"
Originally he thought it was St. Michael (because that's the angel he's most familiar with), but I explained that this angel was named Gabriel and got to tell Mary she was going to be Jesus' Mommy!
Vincent looked at their faces while I snapped a few photos. Then he took off running towards the Visitation.
I love how sweet Our Lady looks here. She has her head bowed in humble acceptance of Divine Will. Her hands are folded in prayer, and beneath those supplicating hands (which prayed for salvation continuously before she'd even understood her role as Mother of Salvation), Love took refuge within her Immaculate womb.
I'm always in awe of that moment. The Eternal, Boundless God condescended to make Himself a finite, incarnate Being that was subject to space and time (of which He, Himself, was the Creator).
That's like creating a universe on SIMS and allowing yourself to become a pixelated character that is at the mercy of binary coding. It's MIND-BOGGLING. Yet that is the love of our God.
I can almost hear her saying, "Who am I that the Mother of my Lord should come to me?"
And yet come Mary does. Come she must. For though news of Jesus' existence has not been announced, St. Elizabeth recognizes His Divine Presence as does her unborn son, John (the-one-day-Baptist), who leaps for joy within her womb.
Mary came, and in her labored procession to accompany Elizabeth in her final months of pregnancy, she unwittingly blessed the world with the very first Eucharistic Procession.
After all, she carried Christ Incarnate within her. She was the first, and most perfect, monstrance.
"My soul glorifies the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God, my Saviour. He looks on his servant in her lowliness; henceforth all ages will call me blessed. The Almighty works marvels for me. Holy his name!"
Mar is kneeling, and Joseph has his hands open and slightly outstretched, almost as if awaiting the gift of his newborn Son to be placed in his arms.
Vincent bent down and kissed the Child Jesus as he'd been taught to do at our parish manger. It made me happy that he remembered this small act of reverence.
Then again, he could've just been kissing on another child, because he adores kissing babies on the head. Regardless, I thought it was sweet.
I thought he'd found a nest or something, but it turns out he was talking about the doves St. Joseph was holding as an offering / ransom as dictated by Jewish custom. The angel between Mary and Joseph isn't actually a part of this particular set (spoiler: Agony in the Garden), but I guess my angle picked him up. Ah well.
This mystery is the precursor to our celebration of Mass. God gives us (represented by Joseph and Mary) the gift of Himself (Christ). We offer this gift back to the Father through our mediator, the priest, and in turn, God ransoms Himself and we are thus blessed to have Him eternally. God is a master at foreshadowing!
Above, you can see St. Joseph holding those two doves. You can also see my son zooming off to the next mystery.
To the right you see the Blessed Mother with her hands in both prayer and an almost wistful, sighing posture. I wonder if it is due to the sword she knows will pierce her heart when the fulfillment of this gesture is realized when Her Son confronts the Cross.