Here is a picture of my new holy water font. Â Isn’t it nice?
Actually, “new” is not quite accurate. Â Scott gave me this last Christmas, but we only got it up on the wall a few weeks back.Â Since having kids, eight and a half months is how long it takes me to attend to any household task that is not absolutely necessary to sustain life.
To be honest, when I first saw the gift, part of me Â was slightly hesitant. Â A holy water font? Â In my house? Â I had never considered myself a domestic holy water kind of gal.Â Holy water font people are people who go to Mass daily and can recall saints’Â feast days from memory. Â They are not people who occasionally drop four-letter words or who watch “The Bachelor,” both of which I have done do.
But a gift is meant to be used, isn’t it ? So I am using it.Â And, more than that, I’m really getting into it.
At this point, you no doubt have a few questions for me.
Where do you get the holy water?
It comes from my husband’s office.Â This is one of the perks of having a spouse who works at a church.Â (Having four priests concelebrate your wedding is another.)
Where do you keep the extra holy water?
In our kitchen, in an Arrowhead bottle.
As you can see above, I have marked the bottle with large, hard-to-miss penmanship.Â Without the label, it would only be a matter of hours before I accidentally took a swig.
What was it like the first time you blessed yourself in your own home?
Kind of weird, honestly. I was on my way out for a jog, and dipped in my fingers and made the sign of the cross, and it felt utterly bizarre and out of context — but also quite nice. Â Â Then I forgot to do it for a few days.Â The next time I took a dip, all the water had evaporated.
So now that you’ve had it a few weeks, what do you think of it?
Honesty, I’m totally into it, and here’s why.Â It’s so hard to maintain a strong spiritual routine when you have kids.Â I have little time in which to sit and pray (and when I do try to sit and pray, I invariably fall asleep).Â So I’m finding that I pray quickly, on the go — I think of God at random moments and say Hi and then go on with my day.Â It’s like I am working spirituality into the fabric of my daily routine, in little subtle ways.
And the holy water font helps with that.Â Evey time I head out the door, I can pause for a second, dip my fingers, and get a little blessing.Â It takes almost no time at all but it is so concrete, so about the senses, that it is pretty powerful; it gets through to me in a way that a verbal prayer can’t.Â And it makes the least holy of moments — dashing out the door in the morning, wishing I’d left five minutes earlierÂ — into a very tangible chance to remember God.Â It’s a chance to remember my baptism, and to recall that I belong to a big and messy but ultimately wonderful faith.Â It is a reminder to try to reflect the best aspects of that faith to the people I encounter in the course of my day.Â It makes the mundane holy … and that’s pretty amazing.
So who knew?Â I’m a holy water font kind of gal after all.