. . . posts on faith and life
In almost every small to large squares throughout the city one can find the large irony of celebrating Christmas in Prague. In fact, the irony sneaks up on you in unexpected places and at unexpected times and in unexpected frequency. Sometimes the irony is ornate and awesome to behold. Sometimes the irony is modest and lowly. Sometimes the irony is encased in metal. Sometimes it is engraved in stone. Sometimes the irony is carved out of wood, shiny and smooth from careful polishing. Sometimes it is rough and bunched in the bundles of straw, held together by simple string. Often the irony stands alone. At times they are grouped together in a great display of what may very well be one of the greatest ironies I have ever witnessed first hand.
While in the United States companies are changing their Christmas wishes to “Holiday Greetings” and their mention of Christmas parties to “Winter festivities”…while in the U.S. citizens become uproarious if a manger is set out in a public venue…
While these realities exist in the country that boldly declares “In God We Trust”, here in the country of the Czech Republic, the country that boasts being beyond such childish sentimentalities, the great irony is the nativity scene: Jesus, Lord and Savior, enthroned on a bed of hay. Or wood. Or metal. Or stone. Depending on the artist at work.
True, the children of the Czech Republic believe that baby Jesus is the one that brings them gifts on Christmas rather than Santa Claus. On our own square which our apartment overlooks there was set up a booth in which children could telephone to talk to Jesus and give to Him their wish lists (See Sunny’s Blog on our list of links to see pictures).
Still…the irony of the nativity scene and its message being “spoken” without a word over this great city is striking.
His message will not be shut out.