Every Sunday since Easter, our pastor has been sprinkling ALL of US with holy water in a baptismal rite at every Mass. For two Sundays in a row, the droplets have missed me. I was sad. Then one day while taking a walk, a bird flew overhead. The bird did not miss me.
This past Sunday, I rec'd PLENTY of sprinkles during the rite. Maybe I was receiving droplets every Sunday, but they landed on my clothes and I didn't know it. Maybe I was being blessed with holy water all along.