Beyond Empty Words

Armodoxy for Today: And then what?

For the past week I’ve shared with you stories and events of silence-in-the-face-of-atrocities. From the Armenian Genocide – the first of a series against different people, that continues until today –these horrendous and heinous crimes took place, and take place, on the world stage with relative ease, because of that silence.

I’ve shared with you that the word “Genocide” should not be thrown around lightly. Its meaning is beyond war and is fueled by pure hatred and prejudice. It may be manipulated by politics, but the fuel is evil, just as hatred is.

And finally, I’ve shared with you the urgency of this singular moment. We throw around the words such as, “Never Again” but they are merely rhetoric and empty words without our actions behind them.

Today I add a common theme of Armodoxy to these messages, and that is that our Christian faith is not something that comes alive Sunday mornings only. Jesus is very clear that we must be in sync with God all the time. It is not complicated, it’s merely doing His will, which is to love, to care, to forgive, to nurture, to share, to oppose evil.

Jesus instructs with this parable and asks, “What do you think? There was a man who had two sons. He went to the first and said, ‘Son, go and work today in the vineyard.’ ‘I will not,’ he answered, but later he changed his mind and went. Then the father went to the other son and said the same thing. He answered, ‘I will, sir,’ but he did not go. “Which of the two did what his father wanted?” “The first,” they answered.

Of course, the first! The one who promises to do the work and does not, is like those with the empty talk of “Never again.”

The Gospel message is very clear. It was pronounced by the angels on the night of Christ’s Birth: Peace on Earth, goodwill toward one another. The message is that God is love. Hatred cannot eliminate hatred. Ask any mathematician: 1 Hate +1 Hate = 2 Hate, not Ø Hate. The only thing the bombings of innocent people will do is ensure the continuity of hatred for generations to come. The message of Jesus is simple: Light is more powerful than darkness, Love is more powerful than hate, and Life is more powerful than death. Not empty words: He proved this with his life. It’s the message the Apostles preached. It is the apostolic message that we share through our means.

We pray, Lord Jesus Christ, you proclaimed You are the Way, the Truth and the Life. Take me beyond empty words to see You as the Incarnation of Love, and let me understand that the Only Way, the Only Truth and the Only Life is Love. Use me as an instrument of that Love. Amen.

A Genocide Degree of Hatred

Armodoxy for Today: Genocide Degree of Hatred

Toward the end of my first week in Rwanda, I made a very unusual discovery. I guess being in such a new and different country had consumed my attention to the point that I had not noticed this, or perhaps because it’s something you really don’t think about. But, after several days meeting with genocide survivors, I realized there was no one with grey hair!

The year was 2006 and I had been invited with a group of six educators from USC to visit the country that had experienced genocide 12 years earlier. The people I was meeting on the streets and in gatherings were children during the time of the genocide in 1994. But it just didn’t seem right. There had to be a few older people. There had to be some grey-haired people left. If there were, I wasn’t seeing them.

I asked around and one of our hosts took us for a drive out of town. We arrived at a camp for widows and orphans, and there, there they were: people with grey hair! These were people who, instead of being slaughtered, were allowed to live. There were about 200 ladies assembled in an outdoor auditorium to meet with our group.

After we were cordially introduced to the group, the turn was theirs. Our host introduced this group of genocide survivors to us. These were ladies whose husbands were taken at night and killed. And it goes without saying that taking advantage of the absence of the men, these ladies were brutally raped and abused. As tragic and as painful it was to listen to their stories, the question still remained: why were these women allowed to live? Why were they given a pass on martyrdom so that their hair could age with them? Why were these grey-haired ladies so special?

To continue with the introductions, and to make a point to us about the ravages of genocide, our host asked the ladies, “How many of you have HIV-AIDS?” All of them – yes, all of them – raised their hand!

Let it sink in. These 200 women at this one camp were allowed to live because they would then infect future partners, insuring death to survivors who fled the genocide.

Genocide is no ordinary crime. It’s not war. It’s the deliberate, sanctioned and systematic destruction and annihilation of a national, ethnic, racial or religious group with the intent to destroy the group as such. Imagine the degree of hatred toward a group of people that measures are taken, in this case infecting them with HIV-AIDS, so that if by chance someone survived they’d be stricken down.

My grandmothers and grandfathers were children when they fled the Genocide in the Ottoman Empire. It wasn’t until they had grey hair that I got to know them. We’re always thankful that countries in the Middle-East, Europe, the Americas opened their doors to them. Fortunately, there were people who cared. It’s something I can’t forget and am bound morally to call out the horrendous crime of genocide. It’s not a political issue, it’s a humanitarian issue.

Today we echo our prayer, Lord Jesus Christ, you who opened the eyes of the blind man, open our eyes which are blinded by hatred. You who gave hearing to the deaf man, open our ears which can no longer hear the cry of babies. You who loosened the tongue of the mute, open our mouths so we may share our voice for justice. You who restored strength in the legs of the paralyzed man, give us the stamina to the walk to bring aid. You who opened the hearts of those who hate, open our hearts to give to those in need. Amen.

 

World Central Kitchen, here and there

Armodoxy for Today: WCK, here and there

The day after the Feast of Theophany this year, wildfires broke out throughout Los Angeles. Our area was hit severely forcing evacuations. After three days away we were allowed back to our home in Pasadena. Thank God we had one to return to. Many of our friends and acquaintances returned to find their houses leveled, burnt to the ground along with memories. The standing brick chimneys in neighborhood are an eerie reminder of those ravaging fires.

For the weeks, which turned into months, the World Central Kitchen was busy at work throughout the city, providing meals and supplies to the victims. The World Central Kitchen serves chef-prepared meals to communities impacted by natural disasters and during humanitarian crises. Check out their website for a map of all the places on Earth where they are cooking tonight. Over 450 million meals!

One of the greatest humanitarian crises on our planet right now is in Gaza. World Central Kitchen was there. In April, seven of their aid workers were killed in an air strike by Isreal. They were recently eulogized at the National Cathedral by the founder of the World Central Kitchen, Jose Andres.

Seven people who went to help in a humanitarian effort were killed. You wonder, where is the justice in all of this?

Just a couple of days ago, World Central Kitchen announced that it was halting all aid to the Gaza, “After serving more than 130 million total meals and 26 million loaves of bread over the past 18 months, World Central Kitchen no longer has the supplies to cook meals or bake bread in Gaza,” it said in a post on X.

This, while more than 2 million people, the United Nations humanitarian agency OCHA announced, face severe food shortages.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s message, what I am talking about is not about the politics there, but about the humanitarian crisis of innocent children and people being deprived of medicine, food and water.

Tomorrow, I’ll share with you how an encounter in post-genocide Rwanda explained this reality and what it means.

Today, we pray, “Lord Jesus Christ, you who opened the eyes of the blind man, open our eyes which are blinded by hatred. You who gave hearing to the deaf man, open our ears which can no long hear the cry of babies. You who loosened the tongue of the mute, open our mouths so we may share our voice for justice. You who restore strength in the legs of the paralyzed man, gives us the stamina to the walk to bring aid. You who opened the hearts of those who hate, open our hearts to give those in need. Amen.

Next Step with Fr. Vazken #802 – Listen Here

No Escape, Don’t Miss the Flowers on the Floor

Armodoxy for Today: No Escape, Engage

This last Sunday I stood in church next to a visiting clergyman. We didn’t have an opportunity to speak before the morning service, but when the celebrant priest went to the vestry to prepare for the Liturgy, we had a few moments to exchange pleasantries. I asked him from where he was visiting. He answered quickly, Ukraine. I looked over at him in the moment of the unexpected answer, and he quickly pinpointed for me a precise location: Odesa, he said. He serves the dwindling Armenian community there. I asked him if he was close to the fighting, to which he again snapped, Every day, bombs are dropped around us! We see them fall in the middle of the city.

The war was right next to me in this holy sanctuary. There’s no escape. The Divine Liturgy began but I could not get Ukraine out of my mind. I had just recorded my “Next Step” podcast (#802) the day before, with a call to activism against the wars. Ukraine, Gaza, the Congo, India, Pakistan, are all areas that are referred to in news stories. But, there I was, in church, with priest who was in proximity of bombs and gun fire every day. There’s no escape from the new reality. War is all around us and it’s invading all of our spaces. We can choose to ignore it, or take an active role in advocating for peace.

Every Sunday, during the Divine Liturgy of the Armenian Church, the celebrant priest, descends from the altar area and processes around the inner circumference of the church.  As he walks by the congregants, he holds a cross in one hand and censes fragrant incense with the other.

There are a variety of reactions to his presence in the congregation. Some lower their head to ask for a blessing, while others kiss the cross in the priest’s hand out of reverence. Others smile and acknowledge his presence, while others are too busy reading the bulletin or perhaps scriptures. Still, others watch as he goes by, not interested in engaging in any manner. And of course, for those who are not there at that moment, the opportunity to interact is lost because the priest processes through the sanctuary and ascends back to the altar area to continue the Liturgy.

This part of the Divine Liturgy, is as old as Christianity itself. It symbolizes Christ’s descent from the comfort of heaven to live, walk and be among us, after which he ascended back to heaven. During Jesus’ life, there were many reasons and many different interactions with him, just like the congregants on a Sunday morning interacting with the processing priest. There were people who sought him for miracles and healings, while others engaged with him for a blessing or merely to touch his garment. And, of course, for many, the opportunity to be made whole was there and they let him pass by. They were busy praying, reading, rationalizing or philosophizing and, he went by, never to be engaged.

In life, there are moments that are singular and they demand our interplay at that moment, otherwise, they go by. Sometimes, events demand that we interact.

Today wars are taking place. Genocide is happening on the world stage. Ethnic cleansing is the plot. To stay quiet and/or to ignore the horror, is an opportunity lost.

We pray, Heavenly Father, I see pain and suffering in this world. I have walked that path in the past. I said, Never Again. Today, grant me the courage to speak out against evil everywhere, so that I may have the moral authority to voice myself whenever evil confronts me. Amen.

What more? Try The Next Step with Fr. Vazken, Episode #802: Unapologetic Apologies

Order from the Spirit

Armodoxy for Today: Order

Chaotic life is difficult life. Chaos is characterized by random or unpredictable behavior. Hence, chaos carries a negative connotation because unpredictability leads to undesired results, disorganization and confusion. As people we opt for organization. The laws of gravity are organization on a large, astronomical scale, but on a human scale, we like things to fit properly and have order to them.

And then there’s life, which can be unpredictable, almost to the point of randomness, but not quite. In gambling casinos, slot machines are very popular, and though they are computerized and have schedule of payouts, we know that they are a very popular attraction as people try to beat the odds of a seemingly random spin of the wheels. In fact, most gambling games are based on certain formulas that include random factors, and yet the popularity of these games is a testament to people trying to beat the odds, or we can say, predict the unpredictable.

A chaotic life is a difficult life. Religion is a means of bringing order to the chaos by explaining the unexplainable. Something as beautiful as childbirth, for instance, is accompanied by excruciating pain. In the Book of Genesis, when God says to the woman, “I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; in pain you shall bring forth children…” (3:16) we find one such example of an explanation. With a curse by God, we receive an answer to the question of why does a lovely and natural event such as childbirth come with massive pain?

Much of life is filled with these puzzles, some are associated with the mundane, while others address issues of war, pain and suffering. Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do good things happen to bad people? These twin questions usually stimulate people to seek answers in the spiritual world, in religion. There seems to be a random distribution of goods in the world. Why are some born to poverty and struggle through all of life, while others, of no effort of their own, are born in prosperity and seem to enjoy a life of luxury?

Religion gives, or should attempt to give, answers to these questions. At the end, the object is to bring order from seeming chaos.

In Christianity, the answer is given by Jesus Christ. His answer is pure and asks that we engage with Him in such a way that “Thy Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.” That engagement is the gravity that brings order to the chaos of our lives.

Today, by way of prayer, we read the Beatitudes (Matthew 5:3-10) – Jesus’ definition of a life lived with the order of God:

  • “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
  •  Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
  •  Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
  •  Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled.
  •  Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
  •  Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
  •  Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.
  •  Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Unapologetic Apologies

Next Step #802 – May 17, 2025 – Unapologetic Apologies – Pope Leo XIV’s papacy begins with a message of peace offered by the pontiff. Fr. Vazken breaks it down, and shares thoughts about the office of the successor of St. Peter and the Bishop Rome. “Unity in Essentials, Liberty in Secondary Matters, Charity in all things.” Who is the Bishop of the Ararat Valley? Synodality: The Catholics Discover what we’ve known. Unapologetically Fr. Vazken shares wishes and prayers to and for the Pope. And then… Apologetically a  look at genocide happening now, Gaza included. How the world stays silent in the face of atrocities of the magnitude of genocide. Why “Never Again” didn’t mean never again. No politics just human compassion is the call of the day. And more…
Pope Leo XIV first words…
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Too Much Silence

Armodoxy for Today: Too Much Silence

Her name was Marie. Some called her Mary, once or twice, Maria. To me, she was grandma.

She was the oldest of six children. She was married and had two children herself before her life changed drastically. Her small family found refuge in the home of her parents, where they lived until they were exiled. Political unrest was all around her, and there was news coming in regularly of killings – individual and mass – in nearby villages and towns.

Marie was forcibly removed from her home, but only after her father and husband were seized and taken away, leaving the household with women and children only, an easy target for rape and physical brutality.

It became apparent to Marie that the government’s plan was much greater that singling out her family or her town. The government was executing a program of mass annihilation of an ethnic population, which later became defined as genocide, or for ease of understanding, “ethnic cleansing.” Marie didn’t understand why it was necessary to dumb-it-down to basic understanding. In fact, throughout her lifetime she had a hard time understanding why, people of seeming intelligence, upright moral character, people who would worship in churches, and praise God and proclaim the name of the Lord, why would these “nice” people allow such atrocities take place?

Marie died in 1985 in a bed in America, distanced by 70 years from the events that brought her to this country. Fortunately, she did not live to see, nor did she have the need to question the silence of the world over Bosnia, Rwanda, Darfur, Sudan, Congo and now Gaza. It was enough that she lived through the quiet world over the rise of fascism in Nazi Germany and the antics of the Pol Pot regime in Cambodia.

The great minister of the Gospel, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King said, “In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.” It was addendum to his warning, “History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.”

Inspired by Shnorhali’s 10th hour, I offer this prayer today, All provident Lord, open my eyes to the hurt and pain in the world, so I may see the beauty of life in all. Open my ears so I may hear the cries of your children, open my mouth so I may speak against the evil in the world and promote peace, open my hands so I may work for justice, guide my feet to walk in the paths of righteousness, so that my faith comes alive in a life lived by your commandments. Amen.

Mother: A Second Womb

Armodoxy for Today: A Second Womb

In the not-so-distance past, in a time before cell companies offered unlimited calling plans, the connection between two telephones cost money. The farther the distance between two points – between two callers – the higher the price of the call.

AT&T, which was once generically known as the phone company, kept statistics of calling patterns. The most telephone calls made were on Mother’s Day. And on Father’s Day, they reported the most collect calls were made! A collect call was one in which the charges were reversed from the caller to the called number. An interesting statistic which offers a look at the changing times, in many ways, including phone calls and gender roles.

On the second Sunday of May, we celebrate Mother’s Day in the United States. A beautiful tradition, indeed. The Hallmark greeting-card company offers us another tidbit of information that Mother’s Day ranks third in the number of cards sent in the US, and ranks number one for card exchange in the Hispanic community.  Some cynically will point to Hallmark as fabricating this celebration, for profit motives.

The Church had a day on its calendar, from the early centuries, known at “Mothering Day.” On that day people would visit the church where they were baptized. There they would offer gifts of flowers, candles and incense to their spiritual mother, the Holy Church.

The font of baptism is known as the womb of the Church. We are “born again” from this womb to our Mother, the Holy Church. This is based on the scriptural exchange twixt Jesus and a man named Nicodemus who questioned, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born?” Jesus answered, “Unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God.” (John 3)

Today we pray, Lord our God, we thank you for the blessing of motherhood. We remember the mothers that have nourished us and led us in paths that bring us closer to You. Keep us ever respectful of all mothers especially our Holy Mother Church which has renewed us in a new life in Christ. Amen.

More to Jesus than Written

Armodoxy for Today: What More?

Before finishing his Gospel, St. John writes:

And truly Jesus did many other signs in the presence of His disciples, which are not written in this book; but these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing you may have life in His name. (chapter 20)

And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written. (chapter 21)

Armodoxy maintains that we come to know Jesus through the stories we read but also by the Tradition that has been handed down to us through the centuries from the time of Christ, in other words, “all the things that could not be contained in the books.” These verses are important reminders of the vastness of Christianity and the unique place of the Armenian Orthodox Tradition, and Apostolic Tradition, which was there at the time of Christ and represents the most ancient form of Christianity. It is the calling card of Armodoxy.

Let us pray,

O glorious Lord, receive the prayers of your servant; and fulfill my requests that are deemed good. Through the intercession of the Holy Mother of God, and St. John the Baptist, and St. Stephen the first martyr, and St. Gregory our Illuminator, and the Holy Apostles, Prophets, Doctors of the Church, Martyrs, Patriarchs, Hermits, Virgins, and all your saints in heaven and on earth. Unto you, O indivisible Holy Trinity, be glory and worship, forever and ever. Amen. -St. Nersess Shnorhali

Peace Aspirations via Empathy

Armodoxy for Today: An aspiration for peace

On the last evening of a pilgrimage to Armenia, I sat in my room staring out the window at the sunset. The room was high enough to give me a panoramic view of Yerevan, under the majestic shadow of Mt. Ararat. During my trip, I had met with people doing work on the cutting edge of technology. I spent time with people who were challenging the norms and excelling for the betterment of themselves, their families and their country. There was real hope in the air.

I remember looking out the window and praying for peace. It was a simple wish: If this small but potent country could only have peace, miracles could and would happen. At the time, it was going on three decades that this country, which had known centuries of oppression, massacres, communism, information suppression, and even genocide, was now living in peace. I looked out at the Yerevan skyscape and knew we would see the best of miracles, if only there was peace.

A few years later, one morning a friend called me from Armenia. At the end of our conversation he said, “If only we have peace, we can do anything, we can aspire to the best and be the best. If only we have peace.” His call reminded me of my prayer that night. It was as if my prayer from a few years ago was recorded and being played back to me. His prayer was more current, though, and had a more urgent tone to it.

It is difficult to understand the pain and suffering of others from a distance. One of the core tenants of Armodoxy is a call to walk in the shoes of others. It is the expression of empathy, that is, to fully understand the pain and suffering of others, we must walk in their shoes.

Here is a small exercise that can help us fit our feet into those shoes. Those of us living in the United States might not fully understand the prayer for peace in Armenia, but we might begin by imagining a world where we were constantly being attacked by our neighbors in Mexico and Canada, to the point that we live with the uncertainty of maintaining our independence, day-in and day-out. Perhaps the example is not fair considering the size, power and geography of the US. Those of you in Europe, in Africa, or in the Middle East, where countries are so much closer and intertwined with one another, can consider a country such as Switzerland, if its landlocking neighbors, France, Italy, Austria and Germany had only one intention, to annihilate and destroy that relatively small country. Unfortunately, you don’t have to imagine, just look at tensions that exist, whether between Ukraine and Russian, Isreal and the Palestinians, India and Pakistan, the constant threats in Congo, Sudan or Darfur, and of course between Armenia and Azerbaijan.

And if it is still difficult to imagine, sit in your own home, in your house or apartment and picture all of your neighbors – every one of them, next door and across the street – wanting only one thing: to overpower, overcome and rid you from the neighborhood.

Walking in the shoes of others is a call to empathy. It is understanding that the only real and true miracle that we must pray and work for is peace. Walking in the shoes of others gives us the capacity to understand and once in the shoes, we must walk towards resolution.

Let’s walk toward that resolution, with a prayer today, appropriately from St. Francis of Assisi, Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.

Cover Photo: Lunabelle Beylerian, 2023
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