Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The Infant of Prague
The store trip of the week is over. It was touch and go there for a while trying to get Sister Mary Fiacre out of the car. It was tempting to just leave her in there, but it's still pretty hot out and we didn't want to end up on the evening news.
We managed to save $70 by shopping with our coupons and buying only items that were on sale in the first place with them. That and the other items we bought on sale cut our bill in half and we had a moment of celebration by purchasing a day old cake. The checker thought it was for Sister Mary Fiacre and gave her a milar balloon with Winnie the Pooh on it. I'd love it if the milar balloons at the store had saints on them! Today would have been a good day for the Infant of Prague.
And so it is. We keep out little Infant of Prague statue in the kitchen so he's comfortable.
Look, we know it's a statue and it isn't comfortable or uncomfortable. We're not stupid. But the idea is to honor the Infant of Prague, so the the toasty kitchen it is. Luckily he has been on the refrigerator all this time and not the filthy stove.
Don't know what I'm talking about? Yes you do! You've seen this statue and pictures of it over and over. The ornately dressed little baby Jesus with a crown bigger than His head holdling the world in His chubby baby hand. He has many outfits, as though He was made by Mattel, and He changes clothes, wearing matching togs to match whatever Father wears at Mass each day: green for everyday, white for special occasions, purple for Lent, red for a martyr's day. Father never wears ermine, but the Infant does, on His collar.
The actual Infant of Prague was the wedding gift of a Spanish queen for her daughter who was marrying into the Czech royal family. The daughter passed it onto her daughter.
As long as the Czech people honored the Infant of Prague everything was hunky dory. But gradually people forgot about the little shrine in the cathedral. No doubt someone got sick of buying doll clothes and changing Him and dusting Him and the like. Prague was over run. By the Swedes. (Apparently before they invented Ikea they were more aggressive.) The Cathedral was in ruins.
Now there was one priest who especially cared for the Infant of Prague, and when the smoke cleared he dug through the rubble and found the statue. It was okay, but it's little hands hand cracked off. So the monk cleaned up the statue and put it in a place of honor again.
Then one day, while he was praying before the statue the priest heard a little voice saying, "give me my hands....." (This part always reminds me of the end of the movie, "The Fly".) The priest felt very bad that the Infant had lost His hands, so he had a whole new statue made.
The old statue kicked the new statue off the shelf. At least that's what I think happened, since the new statue was found smashed to bits and the old statue had no hands to push him off.
Then the priest had new hands put on the old statue and Prague has been fine ever since. More or less. Certainly, the Swedes turned their attention to "blomgort" end tables , how to make directions without using words and lingonberries.
So that's the deal. If you honor the Infant of Prague He will bring you stabilty. In particularly, financial stability. It's a pretty good deal. Notice the word "stability"....not rich, well off, cushy...just what you need. Which, by they way is also not your call. God will decide what you need.
Our Infant of Prague is not the fancy kind who comes with a box of changable outfits. It's just a little plastic guy. Really hard plastic, though. Nicely painted.
For one thing we have our hands full changing Sister Mary Fiacre. We don't need to be changing a doll. And besides, we can't afford the fancy kind.