Having been brought up poghokagan (Protestant), Marash Girl was not sure what to do when she, along with the rest of the congregation at St. James Armenian Church in Watertown, Massachusetts, was offered Holy Water on Armenian Christmas (which, it turns out, is the same day that the Baptism of Jesus is celebrated -- not sure if that's always the case on the Armenian church calendar, or just this year . . . pardon her ignorance)
And so dutifully, Marash Girl went up to the altar to accept her little plastic cup of holy water.
Her friend (Mr. A.) had told her to bring her own big bottle so that throughout the year, she could pass the blessed water around to the ailing, but not having been brought up in the tradition, and not wanting to appear greedy, she had neglected to bring her own bottle. Mr. A insisted that Marash Girl take at least two of the small containers. Marash Girl wondered why, and was not sure, but she did so, somewhat guiltily, as she didn't want to be selfish. Immediately upon carrying her two small containers out of the church, Marash Girl met a long time friend, a friend whose husband has been ailing for years. Marash Girl immediately handed her friend a container of holy water. Her friend's eyes filled with tears. "I didn't have time to stand in line with the hundreds of people . . . I have to get to work . . . You don't know how much this means to me. . ."
Now Marash Girl understands: she will know in the future to gather holy water to share; that rather than taking more than her share, her share is to share!