Coptic Church/Armenian Miuron

An event worth remembering

Early in September I was invited to attend the consecration of the St. George Coptic Orthodox Church in San Jose, California. His Holiness, Pope Shenouda III, Pope of Alexandria and Patriarch of the See of St. Mark officiated.

I attended and sat in the chancel area with other guest clergy. During the consecration ceremony, the Pope began to entertain questions from the congregation. I thought something was strange when some of the questions were of a personal nature, i.e., “How do I get my husband to stop smoking cigarettes?” Then I knew something was wrong. They were stalling.
Suddenly, the priest of the church tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to step into the vestry. He explained that they didn’t have any miuron and asked if I could get some. So with my verargoo on I got in my car and went to St. Andrew, picked up the holy oil from the main altar and returned.

When I got back to the church, they insisted that I take it directly to the Pope. I walked down the center isle toward him. He paused from his speaking and all I could understand were three words from his talk “abunna” (priest), “ermeni” (Armenian), and “orthodox.” So the people were happy that the service could continue. I was honored when they asked me to participate in the service, by standing right next to His Holiness and offer him the miuron for the consecration of this sacred sanctuary.

It was a memorable day of course and something must be said for the idea that a Coptic Orthodox Church has been consecrated with Armenian miuron.

Guns & Earrings

Priest’s Message from the Nakhagoch (St. Andrew, Cupertino) 
June 1993 


The significance of the blood drive we held on Martyrs’ day was profound. In 1915 we Armenians shed blood unwillingly. Today, as a gesture of gratitude to our new home we willingly contribute back to the community. I would like to thank all those who participated in the annual blood drive. And a special thank you to Karine Manoukian who organized the weekend activities. Your blood is a tremendous weapon in our hands. It may seem we are continually asking for one thing or another. Isn’t it great that we’re able to give as well? 


As your pastor, many times I have to appeal to the general non-Armenian community for aid and assistance for various projects: be it resettlement issues; housing; welfare, etc. Through our blood drive and other community programs, we’re able to demonstrate that the Armenian community is not an isolated one. We care about the needs of the communities we inhabit and are willing to assist. 


 On April 24, we assembled at Plaza Park in San Jose where a colorful exhibit, building on the theme of Earth Day, showed the destruction of the trees in Armenia. The exhibit was seen by thousands of the city’s residents who were exposed to the harsh conditions existing in Armenia today.  Also, as part of Earth Day, some of our young ladies performed Armenian dances along with other ethnic groups. 


 The Martyrs’ Day commemoration, with the blood drive and celebration at Plaza Park, demonstrated that we are not a people living in the past – that despite all the persecution and abuse we have endured, today we live and continue to grow. I am confident the memory of our martyrs was well served. Thanks again to all of you who participated.


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 On a lighter note: I wish I could tell you that I did it so that I would have a theme for an article or a topic for a sermon. That’s not why I did it. I did it for the same reason some of you wear a bracelet, a necklace, or a wig/toupee; or for the same reason you color your hair, wear designer clothes, smoke cigarettes, eat hamburgers, drive a nice car, etc. I did it as a matter of choice. 


What I did was simply get my ear pierced and place an earring in my left lobe. Sounds simple enough? I wasn’t so naive to believe that this little ornament wouldn’t cause some people discomfort. But never did I figure that there would be so much back-room discussion over such a small object. It proved one thing beyond a doubt: people certainly don’t have many problems, if a little earring can occupy so much of their concern. 


 We all hold certain stereotypes by which we look at people. A priest has his share of “baggage.” I remember how amazed a parishioner was to learn that I had gone to a Jethro Tull concert. After all, a priest shouldn’t enjoy rock & roll music, right? And when it comes to earrings, a priest shouldn’t wear one, right? 


 I have never hidden the fact that I don’t care to live up to these misdirected stereotypes we have of priests. A priest, as a servant of God, must celebrate life as the greatest gift God has given us. A priest must live with a zeal and excitement for life. He must be a listener of music, a singer of songs, an orator of poetry and a dreamer for the romantic. Life is here to be lived, not to be hidden away in the recesses of darkness. The purpose of religion is to bear witness to that celebration. 


There is a genuine beauty in life which demands us to partake and celebrate. Christ tells us, “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10) 


Sure, life has its share of difficulties and problems, but our religion gives us an opportunity to rise above those pains. Silly thing, isn’t it? Commotion about an earring? Don’t we have real problems in our lives, in our community, in our world? Of course we do. And if someone desires to look a bit differently, act a bit uniquely, laugh a little more intensely, why stand in their way? 


 Stay well and enjoy every moment of life. 
 -Fr. Vazken 


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c. 1993 Fr. Vazken Movsesian Address comments to: dervaz@sain.org 
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Bishop Kelly: Overcoming

 

5/18/1993
This morning I had the pleasure — if not honor — of listening to United Methodist Church Bishop Leontine T.C. Kelly.  Some thoughts:
{From the program: Bishop Leontine T.C. Kelly, United Methodist Church (Retired). Born in Washington, DC, one of eight children reared in a parsonage, Bishop Kelly and her late husband Dr. James David Kelley were both Methodist ministers. Her four children and four grandchildren are a source of joy and continuing encouragement for her. As a single parent, black, female, and clergywoman, her faith has deepened and sustained her on her personal journey. Her career includes service as a public school teacher, school board member, church pastor and Resident Methodist Bishop to the San Francisco Area. She currently serves as a visiting Professor at the Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley. Much acclaimed as a speaker throughout country, her honors include YWCA “woman of the Year,” “Brotherhood Award” from the National Conference of Christians and Jews, and in 1988 was included in the Ladies Home Journal “One Hundred Most Important Women in America.” Bishop Kelly, recently returned from a conference in Japan, will speak to us “Making Space for the Spirit of God.”}
“I am not a joke,” said the bishop who was introduced following some jokes from the MC. “I am black, I am a woman and I am a bishop. I am very real. I am a mother and there are not too many bishops who can make that claim.”
What proceded in the next half hour or so was perhaps one of the most inspirational sermons I had heard in years — if ever.  I was moved to tears, as were so many of the 300+ audience who were assembled for this prayer breakfast in Cupertino.
Her blackness and feminity did not make her unique. Rather it was the command she had of (over her calling) her calling. 
A story she told:
One day, while serving in her first parish (somewhere in the South) she was standing at a bus stop. A man came up to her and asked if she was the pastor of the Methodist church on 22nd St. She said she was.
The man said, “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you. You’re doing a great job there. But… you have no business doing it.” And he proceded to quote the writings of Paul, re: women and priests.
Kelly replied, “I don’t have time for this. You see, Paul talks about slavery and as a black woman there is no way that I can even think about ‘Slaves, obey your earthly masters with fear and trembling…’ Paul was writing to the people of the time. I know, that if Paul were here today, I would have no problem with him, nor he with me, because we believe in the same basic faith of the resurrected Jesus. And finally, my calling is not from Paul but from the Lord Jesus.”
Bishop Kelly went on to tell of the important factors that move her — the need for social change. The song, “We shall overcome” is not a song of the civil rights movement. It was a song which the slaves would sing in the cotton fields, knowing that the human spirit is a free one given by God and no shackle or chain made by man could ever confine that freedom.  They sang the song as hope for freedom. Today, when the wall in Germany fell, the people sang that song in German. It is being sung in South Africa during their struggle for freedom. It is being sung in Chinese in China by the democracy movement. 
Some personal thoughts:
As this year has been filled with personal struggle re: faith and our response to it, I was moved by Bishop Kelly’s comments. First, it was not a holy-roller BS — rather very practical religion.
Here in America we are being bombarded by these religious fanatics and their brand of Chistianity.  The message of Christ must penetrate beyond the sexual issues which the fundamental right is so hung up with. There is a message of human freedom which must be addressed in a civilized way without all this secondary stuff.
Bishop Kelly talked to my heart that morning as she recounted so many of the subjects which have been of concern to me. She actually said, “Why are we so concerned about the 2nd coming, when we’re not concerned with Christ’s first coming!” — Wow– I made that statement during the Lenten season this year — shook up some people, needless to say.
Finally, what was very clear, after hearing bishop Kelly is the gender issue.  How dare anyone argue against the priesthood of women? This woman spoke to my heart. She was an instrument of the Holy Spirit — even if only for a brief moment — she was and I believe is. Who can argue today against the ordination of women? This is the BS we have to get away from. Let’s get on with doing the real work of touching and helping people.

Khrimian Hayrik – The Paper Ladle

The Paper Ladle

Editor’s note:  Affectionately called “Hayrik” by the Armenian people, Mgerdich Khrimian was the Catholicos of the Armenian Church between 1892-1907.  In 1878, at the request of Patriarch Nersess and the National Assembly, Khirimian represented the Armenians at Congress of Berlin.  Upon his return to Constantinople he recited this message at the Cathedral. (Haig Ajemian,  Hayotz Hayrig, page 511-3; translated by FVM).

Blessed and beloved Armenians:
Now, you have all perked up your ears, impatiently and anxiously waiting to hear what sort of news Khirimian Hayrik has brought us from the Berlin Congress, and what will he say about Article 61 which the powerful governments of the world have bestowed upon the Armenian provinces.  Listen carefully to what I am about to say.  Grasp the profound meaning of my words and then go and contemplate on my message.

As you know, upon the decision of Patriarch Nersess and the National Assembly, we went to Berlin to present the Armenian Case to the great powers of the Congress.  We had great hopes that the Congress would bring peace to the world and liberation to the small and oppressed nations, among which we count ourselves. The Congress convened, the statesmen of the great powers of the world gathered around diplomatic tables covered with green cloth.

And we, the small and suppressed nations waited outside the Congress.  In the middle of the Congress, upon a table covered with green cloth was placed a large bowl of heriseh (a thick and pasty porridge-type meal) from which large and small nations and governments would draw their portion.

Some of the participants pulled to the East, some pulled to the West, and after long debates, in order, one by one, they called the representatives of the small nations [into the meeting].  The Bulgarian entered first, then Serbian and the Gharadaghian.  The rattling of the swords hanging from their sides attracted the attention of the assembly. After speaking for some while, these three, pulled out their swords, as if ladles made of iron, and dipped into the bowl, took their portion of heriseh and proudly and boldly departed.

It was now the turn of the Armenian delegate.  I drew near with the paper petition from the National Assembly, presented it and asked that they fill my plate too with heriseh.  Then, the officials standing before the bowl asked me, “Where is your iron ladle?  It is true that we are serving heriseh here, but he who does not have an iron ladle cannot draw from it.

Listen up. In the future, if this heriseh is distributed, do not come without a ladle or you will return empty handed. Dear Armenian people.  Could I have dipped my paper ladle in the heriseh?  It would have become wet and stayed there.  There, where guns talk and swords make noise, what significance do appeals and petitions have? And I saw next to the Gharadaghian, the Bulgarian and other delegates, several brave [men], blood dripping from the swords hanging at their sides.  I then turned my head, as if I was looking for the brave men from Zeitoon, Sasoon, Shadakh and other mountainous areas.  But where were they?  People of Armenia, tell me, where were those brave souls? Should not one or two of them have been next to me, so that showing their bloody swords to the members of Congress I could have exclaimed, “Look,
HERE IS MY IRON LADLES!  They are here, ready!”  But alas, all I had was a paper petition, which got wet in the heriseh and we returned empty handed.

Truly, had they compared me with the delegates of the Congress, I was taller, my facial features were more attractive.  But to what avail?  In my hand was placed a piece of paper and not a sword.  For this reason we were deprived of the heriseh. In spite of all, in view of the future, going to the Congress of Berlin was not useless. People of Armenia, of course you understand well what the gun could have done and can do.  And so, dear and blessed Armenians, when you return to the Fatherland, to your relatives and friends, take weapons, take we

apons and again weapons.  People, above all, place the hope of your liberation on yourself.  Use your brain and your fist!  Man must work for himself in order to be saved_

Translated by Fr. Vazken Movsesian, 1990, for Window, View of the Armenian Church Quarterly, Volume I, Number 2.

Why did not God spare the good Armenian people?

SAN JOSE MERCURY NEWS
Copyright 1989, San Jose Mercury News

DATE: Saturday, January 7, 1989
PAGE: 9B EDITION: Morning Final
SECTION: Religion & Ethics LENGTH: 22 in. Medium
ILLUSTRATION: Photos (2)
SOURCE: By THE REV. VAZKEN MOVSESIAN, Special to the Mercury News
MEMO: Commentary

STRENGTH FROM SUFFERING
PRIEST GRIEVES FOR ARMENIA, SEES HOPE IN
IMPERFECT WORLD

EDITOR’S NOTE: On Friday, Orthodox Christians observed the Feast of the Theophany, one of the holiest days of their liturgical year. Also known as Epiphany, this is the Orthodox Christmas, a solemn celebration of the revelation of God. Normally a festive event, it is a bitter holiday for the Armenian Orthodox, whose country was devastated by an earthquake Dec. 7.
Apart from the physical devastation, the earthquake has shattered many Armenians’ faith. Sunday, as he faces a congregation of 700 families, 20 percent of whom have lost loved ones in the quake, the Rev. Vazken Movsesian, pastor of St. Andrew Armenian Church in Cupertino, will address those issues at a special service. Here is an edited excerpt of his Theophany message. THE most difficult questions people ask a priest have to do with evil. If God is good and God is all-powerful, why is there evil in the world?
And when evil comes in the form of a natural disaster, such as the Armenian earthquake, it seems that there is no one to blame but God.
Far from a feast, this year’s celebration of Theophany will be different for Armenians. Still fresh in our minds is the tragedy in which we lost more than 50,000 people.
Why did not God spare the good Armenian people? Why did He not intervene? Armenia was the first nation to accept Christianity. They were the ones who have piously observed the faith for centuries, the ones who defended the faith to death. Why them?
When the history of a people is plagued by such devastation and tragedy, the questioning goes deeper: Why believe in a God who cannot save us from these dangers?
These are questions that I am confronted with daily.
Some people believe God has abandoned the Armenians for some divine purpose and plan. Some doomsday forecasters say the earthquake was part of the ”signs of the times” that the world will soon end. How quickly we are willing to thrust aside reason and logic when hit by calamity.
I do not shy away from the scientific and logical approach.
Why did the earthquake happen? Because the earth shifts.
Why did people die? Because they were trapped in the rubble of buildings that were constructed poorly.
Why didn’t God step in and save the Armenian people? I don’t know. But I venture to say that things just don’t work that way.
In times of crisis, our mental image of God transforms Him into a kind of superman. God is omnipotent, after all. But the order of nature is such that that there is an imperfection built into this world. Lightning causes fires. Drought causes crops to wither. The shifting and settling of the earth causes earthquakes. And sometimes people die.
Other, larger questions loom. Why believe in a god that cannot save you from the perils of this world? Why celebrate the revelation and birth of a God who is powerless against nature?
God is not some kind of superman. God is not there to prevent an earthquake. Where was God when the earthquake happened? He was weeping and hurt like all of us. But the real power of God is seen in the aftermath: in the love and support He provides us.
When we see people throughout the world coming together to aid the Armenians, that is God working. God gives us the capacity to love. We give to others because of that ability to love.
We must stop thinking of God as a great puppeteer who sends disaster to this world to test our reaction. Disaster, pain and suffering are part of an imperfect world. We find God in the peace and love that only He can provide in answer to that disaster.
The Feast of Theophany is the celebration of God becoming man so that man can know God. He took our form and went through all the motions of man. He suffered and died. He did not exempt Himself from this great suffering, for no one is exempt.
When the earthquake hit, we were all hurt. Where was God? We saw Him in the love and support from the four corners of the Earth. We saw a world come together. We saw ”enemies” helping ”enemies.”
God is revealed: a God who understands us; a God who suffers with us; a God who helps and gives us strength during our darkest hour.
This is God being revealed. This is the celebration of Theophany.
St. Andrew Armenian Church does not have a church building of its own. The congregation will celebrate the Feast of Theophany at 10:30 a.m. Sunday at St. Sava Orthodox Church Hall, 77811

SAN JOSE MERCURY NEWS
Copyright 1989, San Jose Mercury News

DATE: Saturday, January 21, 1989
PAGE: 15D EDITION: Morning Final
SECTION: Religion & Ethics LENGTH: 17 in. Medium
MEMO: Letters

GOD’S HAND IN GOOD, EVIL

Regarding the Rev. Vazken Movsesian’s explication of God’s role in the recent earthquake in Armenia (”Why didn’t God save Armenia?” — Jan. 7): Either God is omniscient and omnipotent or he is not. We can’t have it both ways.
If he is not, then he is not the Supreme Being, but merely a superior, but decidedly limited, being and therefore not the creator of all things. However, if he is all-powerful and all- knowing, there is no reasonable way of getting around the fact that he is ultimately responsible for each and every event that occurs, including not only all those things we poor mortals call ”good,” but the ”evil” as well. When he created the universe, he foresaw — and included in it — all the suffering human beings would have to endure. He could have arranged matters differently, but chose not to do so.
Therefore, God has to be the absolute sadist, who elects to attain his ends by inflicting suffering on beings whom he created. Theologians rationalize these uncomfortable inconsistencies and contradictions as divine mysteries and God’s holy but inscrutable will.
Will we ever come to terms with the fact that there is no reason whatever to believe in the existence of some anthropomorphic ghost to explain the universe? We know nothing whatever about ultimate causes or purposes. We ”believe” whatever makes us feel good.
Man has created God out of his pathetic yearning for ultimate meaning in his inevitable suffering and death. And when his creation fails him, he resorts in desperation to rationalizations that strength comes from suffering and that all apparent evil will turn out eventually to be good in an ugly disguise. — Leonard Raymond Santa Clara
A CHANGE OF FOCUS
In his new book, author Hugh Nissenson ponders the question of whether one can hold onto faith in a violent, often horrible world (”Shattered beliefs,” Jan. 14).
Nissenson says he has lost his faith because he is obsessed with the question of why God would allow Nazis to butcher innocent children. The question he ought to be asking is this: Would man let himself butcher children?
Nissenson, like so many others, is only trying to shift the blame and ultimately the responsibility for evil behavior from mankind back to God.
Modern man has created an awesome contradiction. On one hand, he will shake his fist in God’s face, refusing to do God’s will; on the other, he demands to know why God allows children to be butchered.
He has deluded himself into thinking that if God really existed, then it’s his responsibility to intervene and prevent evil.
But God does not intervene because he has given mankind freedom of choice and man will ultimately be held responsible for his actions.
There is a Judgment Day coming, and everyone who has ever lived — including Nazi murderers and those who commit abortion (another evil act of killing children) will be raised from the dead to be judged and sentenced accordingly.
While on his quest, I suggest that Nissenson forget the past and come into the present: Let him examine the question of why does God allow abortionists to butcher children. — Richard Carlson Moffett Field San Jose
Gay minister’s story
How wonderful, your article on lesbian minister Lindi Ramsden (”Gay minister brings growth to San Jose church,” Jan. 14).
So many people think they can tolerate homosexuality as long as they don’t have to actually deal with it. They don’t realize that they are being arrogant and discriminatory.
Ramsden is such a good role model, actively empathetic, even toward people who are uncomfortable with homosexuality.
Thank you for printing a personal story, helping others to be empathetic, too. — Danica Augros

KEYWORDS: RELIGION ETHICS LETTER
END OF DOCUMENT.

 

Thoughts on Last Temptation of Christ

In early August, as the movie “The Last Temptation of Christ” was about to be released, our community experienced one of our greatest losses. A young, innocent girl was taken away from us by cancer. The following article was written just prior to the release of the movie and in the aftermath of the suffering and pain that came with the tragedy of losing a dear and lovely child of God. I offer it here for our readers as a priest’s struggle with a cross and as a meditation on the Cross which we will celebrate September 11.

Early Sunday morning I was wakened by the phone call of a parishioner. Her daughter, 25, who was suffering from cancer was breathing her last at the hospital. As I raced to Santa Teresa Hospital many thoughts raced through my head, as they usually do at these moments.

At the hospital, a young, frail and tired girl looked at me with a last look of hope. She squeezed my hand to acknowledge my presence. The nurses asked me to leave the ICU ward as they placed more tubes into her nostrils. I came back into the room but now she was unconscious. The hand that only a few minutes ago had shown signs of life was now limp and cold. I offered some prayers and read scripture into her ear, not certain whether or not she heard. A few moments later it did not matter anymore. It was over. A young life, which had not experienced much of life, had ended.

And so begin the questions. Why? Why her? Why now? Why cancer at all?  An injustice had been played out. It wasn’t fair. The wrong person was robbed. The deeper questions begin to surface: What is life all about? Did God take her life? Does God hear our prayers? And for me, as a priest, the role and purpose of my ministry is questioned. Is it fate? Is our destiny written out for us? If so, then what is my ministry all about? These are questions I have asked and continue to ponder. Philosophies have been written about these questions. Today many rational human beings continue to questions the nature and purpose of life. Many have rebelled against a seemingly silent God. Some have turned against God in this questioning. For the most part the questioning has been the vehicle by which many have come to know God.

Living through the last-minutes of a human being’s life awakens your senses which have become so dull from mundane day to day experiences. As you focus in on how delicate and fragile life is, it becomes increasingly more difficult to justify or be concerned with trivialities that consume so much of our time.

Over the past few months much controversy has revolved around the film “The Last Temptation of Christ.” The cries and worries of Christians increase as does my intolerance for their illogical and petty thinking. It is difficult for me to sympathize with these protesters. I do plan to see it, not because of all the controversy, nor because I am a proponent of First Amendment rights, nor because of the pre-opening hype by Universal Studios. Rather, my reasons for wanting to see the film are purely personal. The novel, by Nicholas Kazantzakis, on which the film is based was influential in my life and my decision to enter into the priesthood. I am interested to see how this imaginative yet powerful story has been adapted to film.

We’ve all played into the trap of the film’s promoters. It is comparable to the man who commits some heinous act of violence to gain publicity for himself. We know that that is his motive, yet we continue to broadcast the news. We make him the hero he set out to be. In the same manner, Universal seeks publicity for a movie. So why pay for it? Allow a select few to preview it. Provide sketchy script sheets to fuel the fires of controversy. Instant publicity! We know we are falling into their trap, but we go for it anyway.

The story by Kazantzakis is researched well and thought out. The crucified Messiah is given His “last temptation” on the cross. He is given the opportunity to see life beyond the cross, to know the joys of a family life, share memories with friends and live to a ripe old age. He is given the opportunity to have the same dreams as do all men and to be as all men. Yet he resists temptation. He says “no” to all the trappings of this world and opts to do His Father’s Will instead. I do not know how faithful the screen play is to the Kazantzakis novel but the story line is not offensive to me.

What some are objecting to is the portrayal of Jesus in an irreverent manner–that possibly He may have felt human feelings.  In the movie, an actor playing Jesus Christ, is said to do all manner of things that are not befitting our image of a savior. He even has a sexual encounter with Mary Magdalene. Why are natural human emotions and feelings equated to frailty and signs of irreverence?

Underlying these protests is the fear of the freedom of expression and thought, not for the novelist but for ourselves. We are afraid to think and use the mind God has given us. Religion has become more or less an accept/reject proposition. “The Bible tells me so!” “My preacher says it, I believe it!” “I accepted the Lord!” We want to order and receive our religion as fast as we receive our Big Mac — with the same smiling service and even some change back for our efforts. Unfortunately, life is not that easy and neither are the answers religion supplies.

Karl Marx is correct in his assessment of religion being the opium of the people, not because it is, but because people use it as such. It is easier and quicker to grab that Big Mac than it is to sit at a nice restaurant, wait, order, wait and be served. But few would compare the quality of the meal. It is the same with religion. It is easier to grab a religion because of its convenience value, but of what quality will it be? Will it survive tests and temptation? Jesus’ religion did.

There is no sin in thinking. Questions must be asked. It is our one way of coming to terms with the inconsistencies and unfairness of life. Questioning is a means to spiritual growth. Jesus, in the Gospels, does not force us to follow Him. He gives us alternatives. He gives us food for thought. He allows us to think, to question and make the decision to follow Him.

A young man dies on a cross. A young girl dies in my arms on a bed in a cancer ward. A young man asks that the cup pass away. A young girl asks for another cup of water. We must ask, why the cross? I must ask, why cancer? Why her? These questions do not alienate us from God, but grant us a closer relationship. We struggle and suffer for those answers but the solutions are there, and their enduring power is ever so heightened when reached through struggle. Jesus is tempted with life beyond the cross. We are tempted daily with life beyond our crosses. The difference is that we succumb to temptation. We opt for the “better” life. We want better houses, bigger cars. We chose to pollute our environment with the threat of unhealthy life. We continue to kill for the sake of peace. We do not say no to the trappings of life.

With the problems and pains in this world, it seems trivial and a waste of energy for so many Christians to be protesting a movie. Are they truly scared that in questioning some may lose their faith? Rather than direct their protests toward the idea of God living as man, perhaps some of that energy can be spent in protesting man living as God. Where are the protests when the shoot-em-up Rambo movies are released? Where are the protesters when the environment is polluted? Where are the cries of protest as we escalate military spending and allow our homeless to rot in the streets? Yes, there are protesters, but I doubt they are the same ones who protest this movie.

The movie, “The Last Temptation of Christ” is a temptation for all of us. Some may resist, some may seek it. If it grants us the opportunity to think then it has done enough. It has raised us from the levels of acceptance to thought, which is the true role and use of religion.
-Fr. Vazken, Nakhagoch August 1988

Women in the Armenian Church: The First Acolyte

On the Ordination of the First Woman Acolyte

The following article was submitted to “Side by Side” a publication (circa 1980’s, now defunct) addressing isses of women in the Armenian Church. Article c. 1988 Fr. Vazken Movsesian

 



On the Ordination of a Woman Acolyte

A few years ago, during a discussion session at an ACYO Religious Retreat a question was asked concerning the role of women in the Armenian Church. Little did I suspect at the time that a wonderful growing experience would unfold for our congregation at the St. Andrew Armenian Church in Cupertino, California.In response to the question, scriptural and canonical references to women in the Church were cited and the Armenian deaconesses in Turkey, Iran and Georgia were remembered. It was at that moment that a young college student named Seta Simonian asked if she could join the deacon’s training program at our parish. I welcomed her.

She trained for eight months with other candidates, all men. After completing the regular course of study, in December 1984 His Eminence Archbishop Vatché Hovsepian, Primate of the Armenian Church Western Diocese found her to be worthy and ordained her as an acolyte of the Church. To our knowledge, Seta became the first woman in America to receive the 4 minor orders of the Armenian Church. Following her ordination Seta executed her duties along with male counterparts at the Holy Altar.

As other young Armenian women, Seta had sang in the choir and served in the ACYO. However, she wanted to express her love for Christ and His Holy Church in a different manner.

From the very beginning of her training Seta understood that her experience would be different from her male classmates. As her ordination neared we were apprehensive. Would the people accept a woman at the altar? If so, how? Especially considering the complexion of our particular parish (mostly first generation Armenians, who are often thought to be more “traditional”), what would their reaction be?

When we speak of women in the Armenian Church or any idea which is uncommon for our Church we make two fundamental mistakes in our thinking. First, even though we know better, we limit our Church traditions to our immediate circumstances. That is to say, if something or some expression does not exist in our church today, such as women serving as deacons, we then assume that it is not traditional. Unfortunately we continue to reason that the admission of these ideas into our church is going against tradition. However, upon studying scripture, Holy Traditions and Church history, it becomes evident that women have always been active participants in the worship life of the Church. Therefore, a church with women serving as acolytes and/or deacons today, must in fact be considered “traditional.”


The second mistake we make is we do not give enough credit to our Armenian faithful. Our true communicants are open to instruction. This was the case in our parish after the traditions were explained and supported through articles and sermons.
Seta was accepted from the first day of her ordination. The people applauded and encouraged this young servant of God in her Christian journey. Some even recalled deaconesses they had seen oversees. Some relayed lost dreams they had of serving the Church. In every case the comments were supportive. Along with the compliments, Seta would also receive constructive crticism and suggestions as did her male counterparts. It told us that the congregation accepted her in her new role.

Seta’s ordination was a special event not only in her life but in the life of our entire community as well. We thank our Primate Archbishop Vatché Hovsepian for giving our community this opportunity to grow. It is a step toward one day realizing a woman deacon. It is the Church who benefits, which means we all do.

~Fr. Vazken Movsesian

Video of Seta serving at the St. Andrew altar 1991

Seta in her own words – at the AIWW conference 1996

I appreciate the opportunity to tell you about my experience of becoming an ordained acolyte of the Armenian Church.  It’s a subject that’s very near and dear to my heart.

I first became active at St. Andrew Armenian Church in Cupertino, CA when I moved half and hour away from home and attended Santa Clara University.  The church was only 10 or 15 minutes away from school, so I attended weekly and became active in the choir, in the ACYO, and in other church related activities.  It was a small, warm and cozy community with lots of people in my own age bracket.  

As time went on, every Sunday when I sang in the choir, I looked up at the altar and I couldn’t help but notice how many of my male peers were serving at the altar.  I was envious and felt that, I too, had the ability and the calling to serve.  After all, I spoke and read Armenian (unlike many of them) and I was even taking religion classes at my Jesuit University.  They were friends, and at church these young men participated in the same bible studies that I did, went to the same retreats that I attended, volunteered in projects as I did, and some were even members of the ACYO the year that I chaired it.  Yet I, self-imposedly, felt confined to singing in the choir because of my gender.

My big break had it’s beginning at a workshop at one of our annual religious retreats led by our own Fr. Vazken Movsesian and Yettem, CA priest, Fr. Vartan Kasparian.  One of the participants of the workshop asked why it was that women couldn’t serve at the altar in the Armenian Church.  Both priests looked at each other and agreed that there was no “official” reason why women couldn’t participate in the divine liturgy at the altar.  Fr. Vazken even went one step further and said that he would offer deacon’s training to anyone who was interested.  I couldn’t believe my ears.  After the workshop was over I approached Fr. Vazken and asked him if he was serious about the offer that he had extended.  He said of course he was. So I told him that I was interested in being trained.

And with that the work began.  I started attending the weekly deacon’s trainings that Fr. Vazken held.  I was happy to see that I was welcomed without resentment to the group of 5 or 6 young men already engaged in the task of being trained.  Since they already served at the altar on a regular basis, they were way ahead of me, and they were very helpful in getting me up to speed.  Fr. Vazken’s goal was to have officially ordained servers at the altar, and since none of us were ordained, this was the goal we were all working towards.

Over the course of about a year, as we trained, Fr. Vazken slowly educated the congregation and the community with articles and talks about women’s role in the church. Of course, during this time, my fellow classmates continued to serve at the altar while I waited in the choir.

Finally it all came to fruition on December 9, 1984.  We all received the sacrament of ordination from the Archbishop Vatche Hovsepian, primate of the Western Diocese.  There were seven of us in all.  It was the day we were all waiting for.  My presence and participation in the ordination was very matter of fact.  There were no bells and whistles being blown by wither the clergy or the congregation over a woman being ordained.  It was as if it was a common everyday occurrence.  The real test came the following Sunday when I could finally be on the altar.  It was a wonderfully spiritual and fulfilling experience.  I really appreciated the opportunity to be up there and serve.  In general the congregation was very supportive with positive comments and encouragement.  Of course there are always some people who are uncomfortable with change, and that’s to be expected, but eventually, as the novelty wore off, even those people came around.  I never felt like a freak because I was supported by Fr. Vazken, my friends and family.  I felt entitled to being there.  Which is a good feeling to have in one’s church!

I continued to serve on Sundays as well as assist at weddings, funerals and baptisms, until the summer of 1986 when I graduated from SCU and moved to the Boston area. Once in Boston, I of course, I immediately wanted to continue my calling to serve  I felt at home in the Armenian Church and thought it would be a haven in a new and strange city.  I knew that I would be a novelty to the Eastern Diocese.  After all I hadn’t heard of any other female acolyte anywhere in the country.  I had hoped that I would serve as an encouragement for other interested women on the east coast to come forward.  But I wasn’t prepared for what was ahead.  Apparently the Archbishop of the Eastern Diocese did not share the views of the Archbishop of the Western Diocese, of the same church, ordained by the same Catholicos.  I never dreamed that my ordination wouldn’t be recognized by churches in the east.

At the first church that I went to I was invited to sing in the choir.  I had done that since I was twelve and I felt I needed to continue the work that I had begun.  At the second church I went to the priest was welcoming and sympathetic to my situation.  He invited me to participate in the morning service litanies and allowed me to hold candles at special off-the-altar processions or ceremonies.  It was a lot less than I’d been doing at St.Andrew’s but it was a start and I was running out of churches to go to.  This time, however, I did feel the penetrating gaze of the people and the resentment of long time morning service servers.  And yet again when the divine liturgy started I was back to the choir.  I was back to square one.  I really could appreciate that the pastor’s hands were tied, and he really couldn’t operate outside of the Primate’s value system.

It was a huge congregation and I hardly knew anybody.  I felt that I couldn’t fight the battle by myself.  After all I had a new life and career to start.  Slowly I stopped even attending church because it felt empty.  Something had slipped away.  I no longer got out of it what I used to get, or give for that matter.

Now as a mother I’d like for my children to learn and participate in the rich tradition of our church, but I wrestle with the idea of exposing my daughter to a church that is patriarchal and inconsistent.  I don’t want her to feel alienated or inferior as a female.  I also don’t want my son to think that our family thinks that that is acceptable.

As my mentor Fr, Vazken would say, “the Church is not some abstract thing ‘out there,’ but it is the living (changing, growing) body of Jesus Christ.  We make up that body together and each of us has a role to play in the body.  Some are eyes, others mouths, others hands, legs and still others are called to serve.”

I have faith and hope that Armenian women (and men) with come together and empower themselves to make an impact on the leaders of their church, so that women who feel called to serve may have the benefit of the sacrament of ordination.

And maybe someday when my daughter goes to church and looks up at the altar she won’t get a pang of longing for wanting to do the seemingly impossible.  She will know that her options are open to her and that her church realizes that we all deserve the same opportunities to serve and that we are all equal in the eyes of God.

Clear Morning Lifetime Miracle

A new sun
inspires the soul
to search for a
Clear Morning Lifetime Miracle
 
Ripe winds
blow away
prevailing clouds
lodged atop smokey minds
As faithless hearts
mend ends to beginnings
to establish meaning
to dull lives
 
“I have conquered this world”
stains the mind
to captivate courage and faith
once lost
now regained
thanks to this

Clear Morning Lifetime Miracle                                                           

 
-HHM 1976