The Incarnation and the Pietá

The Incarnation of Christ, celebrated in the liturgical season of Christmastide, takes on a richer significance for me with each passing year. The story of the Nativity is fuller–but undeniably stranger. It loses the saccharine quality of greeting cards and becomes complicated. Christmas becomes more intricately connected to Holy Week and I’m reminded that the miracle of the Incarnation isn’t merely that Our Lord was born as a human on the very earth I walk on, but that He came in order that He might die.

The wooden manger foreshadows the wooden Cross where His life will be extinguished. The joyful songs of angels at Our Lord’s birth precede the agony of the heavenly hosts at his Death. The wise men bring myrrh–perfumed ointments for funeral preparations–to point to Our Lord’s true purpose in visiting this planet. The ecstasy the Blessed Virgin must have experienced when she first beheld Him brings to mind her unrivaled suffering as she watched His torturous Passion. It is all one. It is all connected—God’s unfathomable love and sacrifice for humanity.

In some artistic renderings of the Nativity scene (I have Giuseppe Vermiglio’s Nativity and Adoration of the Shepherds in mind), there is a strange image included in the stable. It is a lamb, but not a cuddly creature watching and adoring the precious Baby Jesus. It is a lamb with its legs bound: the sacrificial lamb that will be taken to slaughter. It reminds us, as St. John the Baptist does, that when we see the Christ Child, we are beholding the Lamb of God, Who will carry our sins to the Cross.

I had a strange experience at the Christmas Mass this year. We sang this beautiful hymn:


What child is this, who, laid to rest,

On Mary’s lap is sleeping?

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,

While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:

Haste, haste to bring him laud,

The babe, the son of Mary.

In the past, this song has always evoked an idyllic image of the Infant Christ, contentedly snoozing in his Mother’s arms. But when I heard the words this year, I did not think of Bethlehem; instead, I saw Golgotha. I saw a grieving Mother Mary cradling the dead body of Our Lord. I saw the Pietà, Michelangelo’s masterpiece that cries out in its sorrow and beauty, Behold, God’s love for you.

The Nativity isn’t cute. It isn’t clean. The God of the Universe is born among animal dung, right in the thick of humanity’s filth. He comes to give up everything, including his very life. But it is an undeniably beautiful scene because it is an image of God’s unwavering love.  His coming is the moment that all creation has waited for, with tears and groaning, like a woman in labor. Everything hinges upon it.

Perhaps if we did not suffer, we could see the Nativity as merely heart-warming and leave it at that. But in this our exile, we grasp at the truth of the Incarnation. We cling to the Cross, where our Savior’s arms are outstretched, and He cries out, “Behold, God’s love for you.And this most grotesque and most beautiful of all images, the Crucifixion, is what makes the Incarnation our source of hope. The true King has come to offer Himself as a sacrifice for us: To heal what is broken and to set all things right. His sacrifice, his death, becomes his triumph and our salvation. Take heart, I have overcome the world. And knowing that, we can sing “Joy to the World” with full hearts.

Editor’s note: This article was excerpted from Haley and Daniel Stewart’s Feast! Real Food, Reflections, and Simple Living for the Christian Year which is available from their website

image: Relic of the Holy Cradle, S. Maria Maggiore, Rome/ Wikimedia Commons

Haley Stewart


Haley Stewart is a writer, speaker, blogger, Catholic convert, mother of three, and wife to Daniel of the big beard and the green thumb. She's a homeschooling, bacon-eating, coffee-drinking southern girl with a flair for liturgical feasts and a penchant for bright red lipstick Haley muses about faith, motherhood, and books at her blog Carrots for Michaelmas and is the author of Feast! Real Food, Reflections, and Simple Living for the Christian Year. She also podcasts at Fountains of Carrots.

Subscribe to CE
(It's free)

Go to Catholic Exchange homepage