When I was a kid one of my grandmothers had a little holy water font mounted on the door jam of the bedroom at the top of the stairs. I don't recall exactly what it looked like but I do remember there being a small bit of sponge in the basin part of it. I know I was a little disappointed when I saw her fill it from a non-descript little plastic bottle. At that young age I expected it to be more fancy than that. It was, after all, God Water.
The idea was that everyone was to moisten a fingertip and cross themselves on their was to bed. I'd guess you were supposed to do the same in the morning before going downstairs.
Even as I child I thought the whole thing was a little silly and wondered how you knew the water in that little bottle was special water.
I do find it interesting that faith has its limits...the 'healing' water at Lourdes are off limits and now no holy water in churches. I guess the myths remain as long as there isn't a real threat.
The idea was that everyone was to moisten a fingertip and cross themselves on their was to bed. I'd guess you were supposed to do the same in the morning before going downstairs.
Even as I child I thought the whole thing was a little silly and wondered how you knew the water in that little bottle was special water.
I do find it interesting that faith has its limits...the 'healing' water at Lourdes are off limits and now no holy water in churches. I guess the myths remain as long as there isn't a real threat.
“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” — Confucius