Fallen at Ani

 

One of the only standing Armenian churches
in the background of this collapsed structure

The fallen City of Ani is referred to as the City of a thousand-and-one churches. As one of the centers of the Armenian national life, structurally the city was one of the marvels of Christian civilization and a tribute to Armenian Orthodoxy. During the Summer of 2014 I led a pilgrimage to the city. Image a large city wiped out. What’s left? A few ruins, a few walls, and remnants of a civilization that once was.

 
The City of Ani (or what was the City of Ani) is today in the Eastern part of Turkey. When we reached the main wall of Ani, there were three signs written in Turkish, English and I can’t remember the language of the third. They described the city in its heyday. It is an attempt at history. 
 
Nowhere throughout the city, where we found small signs propped up next to broken and crumbled monuments, was the word “Armenian” mentioned. No mention of a past. No mention of the pious people, kings, priests who were responsible for the thousand-and-one…. for the life that surrounded those monuments of faith and hope. So I guess, we should deduce that the Turks, who are Muslim, out of some unknown motive, decided to erect Armenian churches throughout the area of an entire city and adore each church with Christian iconography?? Wow! Maybe a goodwill gesture before they slaughtered the people? 

No mention of “Armenians” except on one sign. It was on the sign that pointed to this fallen mosque (pictured). There, and only there, we found the word “Armenian” in reference to the City and monuments of Ani. There, is it mentioned that this mosque had been toppled down by an “Armenian terrorist monk.” 
 
Yes, Walter Benjamin is right: History is written by the victor. But a bit of imagination please… an “Armenian terrorist monk?” At least it’s so far out there – even beyond the “goodwill motive theory” – that a counter claim is unnecessary.

Preparing for Holy Week

It was a very emotional morning – just to see everyone come out to clean and decorate our church for holy week. And then, when it came time to open the curtain – after the 40 day Lenten period – we prayed and read the Gospel reading for the day – John 11 – 12 (please read the entire chapter). What hit me hard was the passage where Mary anointed the Lord’s feet with perfume and then wiped them with her hair. 

 
I don’t know what it was, but I was so moved – what an expression of Love! And Jesus (and now us) knowing it was in preparation for his death, he stood up to the defense of that holy moment. There we were in the church – scrubbing, wiping, cleaning – and now our curtain is open. I looked around – most of the people there probably don’t do so much for their own homes, but in this church – our home, Christ’s home – they were giving it their all.
 
It’s been an incredibly difficult and emotion-filled Lenten Season and know I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s Palm Sunday feast and the week that is ahead of us. 
 

“… and it’s only the giving that makes you what you are…” – Ian Anderson

 

Mary Anoints Jesus

(John 11) Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany, the home of Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. There they gave a dinner for him. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those at the table with him.Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus’ feet, and wiped them[a] with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said, “Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii[b] and the money given to the poor?” (He said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he kept the common purse and used to steal what was put into it.) Jesus said, “Leave her alone. She bought it[c] so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me.”
When the great crowd of the Jews learned that he was there, they came not only because of Jesus but also to see Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. 10 So the chief priests planned to put Lazarus to death as well, 11 since it was on account of him that many of the Jews were deserting and were believing in Jesus.
 

From Where did the name Vazken come to the Vehapar?

From where did the name “Vazken” come to the Vehapar?
 
I was ordained 27 years to the date that His Holiness of Blessed Memory,Vazken I, the venerable Catholicos (1955-1994) was ordained. I was honored to receive his name by my ordaining bishop, Archbishop Vatche. Through the years I had noticed that many men who were named Vazken were born during the mid-1950s. It was then that the newly elected Catholicos had ventured out of Etchmiadzin to bring peace among his flock. I figured it was in honor of him that this name became popular after the 1950’s. But I always wondered, where did it come from? It was rare to hear the name in the “pre-Vazken I” era. 
This piece was sent to me by Dr. Simon Simonian. It was written in a mix of Eastern & Western Armenian, both grammatically and spelling along with some spelling mistakes. I tried to clean it up, and provide a translation below. Herein, where the name Vazken came to the Vehapar…
 
Վեհափառ Տէր. «Վազգէն» հատուկ անունը այնքան էլ ընդհանրացած անուն չէր, ոչ աշխարհական և մանավանդ հոգևորականների համար: Մազլումեան Կարապետ սրբազանը որտեղից գտաւ այս անունը, հարցրեց Աւագ Արք. Ասատրեանը Վազգէն Վեհափառին:
Լաւ Հարցում է, ըսաւ Վեհը ու հետևեալ Վկայութիւնը տուեց,
Վանի ինքնապաշտպանութեան հայդուկներէն էր Վազգէն անունով քաջարի երիտասարդ մը: Հերոսամարտի մը ընթացքին սպանվեցաւ: Թուրքերը հերոս երիտասարդին դիակը տունէ տուն պտտցուցին գտնալու համար անոր ընտանիքը պատժելու կամ վնասելու միտումով:
Երբ Վազգէնի մայրը, շրջապատուած տնեցիներով, կը տեսնէ իր անշնչացած որդիին դիակը, կը յայտէ Թուրք զինուորներուն, թէ չի ճանչնար անոր ով ըլլալը: Ու յուզուեց Վեհափառը… Պահ մը մնաց լուռ, ապա շարունակեց, «Գիտէք որքան քաջութիւն պէտք էր մօր մը համար այդպիսի կեցուածք մը ցուցաբերելու: Այդ անկրկնելի զոհաբերութիւնը ըրաւ փրկելու համար ընտանիքի միւս անդամները:»
«Իմ ձեռնադրութեան կնքահայրութիւնը ստանձնած էր Ռումանիոյ թեմական խորհրդի անդամներէն Վանեցի Ռուբէն Իսրայէլեանը: Իր փափաքին ընդառաջելով Մազլումեան սրբազանը զիս վերանուանեց Վազգէն անունով:»
Vehapar, the name “Vazken” was not particularly in popular use, both among laity and clergy. From Where did Bishop Garabed Mazloumian come up with the name “Vazken” for you? asked Archbishop Avak Asadourian to the Catholicos.
It’s a good question, said the pontiff, giving the following answer.
During the resistance movement in the region of Van, a young Armenian freedom fighter named Vazken was killed. The Turks, took the body of this young hero from door to door, to find his family so that they could punish, or to inflict harm upon them.
“When Vazken’s mother, surrounded by her family members, saw the breathless body of her son, she tells the Turk soldiers that she does not recognize the body.” And Vehapar was moved… he paused for a moment, and then continued, “Do you know what kind of courage it took for a mother to show such restraint? She held that unmatched strength to save the rest of her family members.”
“The godfather for my ordination was a member of the Diocese of Romania, originally from Van, named Rouben Israelian. It was according to his wish that Bishop Mazloumian renamed me Vazken.”

 

-10/14/2014

Getting Pregnant Again

(At the end of the Avon Breast Cancer Walk)
Lena, one of the walkers, said it’s like childbirth: You don’t think about getting pregnant again while you’re in labor. Crazy, right? But after the baby is born …
There were a few (translate ‘many’) moments when you think – what was in my drink when I signed on the dotted line? We were BEAT after the 39 miles! And then they invited us to the grandstand area – 2000+ of us. Hand-in-hand we came in front of the stage – walkers, survivors, crew and there we stood with fluid emotions. Staff member passing out Kleenex® tissues. And all of a sudden you get it! You get why you’re there. You remember the people who lost the battle. You celebrate those who are STILL fighting cancer. And you understand this is war.
Throughout the weekend breasts abound. Breasts are the name of the game – pictures, drawings, paper mache models… “Save a life: Grope your wife” says one sign held up in the cheering section. “Men who walk are more support than your bra!” says another. There are ta-ta vans, and booby patrol cars. You might even wonder, is anyone taking breast cancer seriously? Well, yeah…
32 years I’ve been a priest. I’ve sat on too many hospital beds with patients and families trying to get through this evil called cancer. Some battles you lose, some you win. The loss/win isn’t about life. Sure that’s the measurable commodity. But the real wins are when people get together – they cry, they hold hands, bow their head a bit and realize life isn’t defined by evil but by the power of love – the power of people coming together. And that’s what we all felt at the closing ceremony yesterday.
We did it. We raised $4.6 million. They announced the recipients of the grants – research teams, treatment centers, hospitals and organizations. I lost it when they presented $125,000 to Project Angel Food – angels who will provide over 56,000 meals to cancer patients in treatment! Yup, it all starts making sense as you look over to the bald chemo woman next to you and you remember your sister who made it through two bouts, swinging and beating the crap out of the disease. And suddenly you figure out what was in your drink and you’re ready to sign on the line for next year. The cancer walk is a commitment. It’s another battle in the war. Sure, sign me up.
Thanks EVERYONE – for your support. Your prayers, donations, words of encouragement, “LIKE”s and thumbs up got me/us through this walk. I love you all. Thanks for making sure evil can never win.
It’s too close after labor, but we’ll be talking about getting pregnant soon. God bless you all.
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I found the pearl. Now I’m going after it

Every day we wake up with news about tragedies in the world. There is the war in Syria which has claimed so many lives and the lives of children. Now there is new fighting in Iraq. There are continuing strikes between the Israelis and the Palestinians. This week we learned of the Malaysian jet that was shot down by Pro-Russian rebel forces. It is tragedy upon tragedy on the global scale that we hear about. Of course, tragedies are not confined or limited to the large disasters. Certainly there are large scale calamities – heartbreaks – in
Reading the Gospel at Holy Cross, Akhtamar
our own lives, whether they are health issues, relationships gone sour, financial troubles or our general uneasiness with life. What I wish to share with you is a message of hope that I just discovered, perhaps more precisely, I rediscovered. It is a hope in the dreams that we have – for a better life, for ourselves and the world. Can we dream of peace? Can we dream of a world where love becomes the means by which we resolve our confrontations and situations? And even more important, can me realize those dreams?
 
On the surface, this sounds impossible, but today I wish to share with you events of the past month that have changed my life and because of those change I’m positive that there are better solutions to our life’s challenges and difficulties than what we have and the way we solve them today.
 
I’m convinced because I just returned from a most incredible pilgrimage to a land that is the holiest of lands. I know when I saw “holy land” your mind goes to the traditional spots, but let me share with you where the holiest of lands is. It is that land that surrounds Mt. Ararat. This land is known as the “Cradle of Civilization.” It is there where everything began. And so begins a new chapter in my life…
 
Our pilgrimage took us to three portions of Ararat – The Republic of Armenia, Artsakh (Nagorna Karabagh), and Historic Armenia on the Western side of Mt. Ararat (currently occupied by Turkey). I have been rejuvenated. I got a shot-in-the-arm of a powerful dose of magic, beauty and goodness. It is the magic that says, if you want to see peace don’t give up hope and keep dreaming.
 
Armenia is an area of the world that is land-locked – there is no way to get to it by oceans or sea. It is surrounded by hostile “neighbors.” This is a land that is at the crossroads of three continents – Asia, Europe and Africa. It is a land that has been raped and pillaged along with its people. Not only by barbarians and conquerors, not only by wars and disasters but by the ultimate in inhumanity, by Genocide! And here we find a group of people that has not only survived – despite not having military power or might – but has prospered. They have taken the dirt and changed it into grass. They have taken darkness and radiated light. They have taken filth and turned it into things of beauty.
 
It is not a panacea nor is it utopia. Obviously there are governments and people involved so there are interests and politics at play, much like what we see in the rest of the world. But there is hope! And that hope comes from the spiritual world.
 
For all of our problems we keep appealing to politics for solutions. We look to armies and militaries to solve them. We keep saying, “You fight fire with fire.” NO! You don’t fight fire with fire. You fight fire with water! And we need to develop a language that articulates this common sense approach to life. We have tried everything else. You’ve tried the politics, the military and aggression. It’s about time that you fight fire with water! … and put it out.
This is a spiritual approach because hope comes from beyond us. Dreams come from the inner workings of the being, and are made manifest in the common Faith which we call Armodoxy.
Without going out of my door, I can know all things on Earth
Without looking out of my window, I can know the ways of Heaven
The farther one travels, the less one really knows…
-George Harrison, The Inner Light
There is a tune that I first heard when I was 13 years old. I was mesmerized when I first
heard it and recently I heard a rendition of it by violinist Maxim Vengerov. The song is Le Ronde des Lutins(the Dance of the Goblins) by Bazzini. In this song, the performer hits notes that are not on the violin. Those notes do not exist in physical form but he plays them as harmonics. His bow is travelling so fast that he actually plucks the strings while he is bowing and you cannot understand nor tell how it is played. In other words he is making possible the impossible. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzB4TN7O3rU) And that’s the way I look at our mission. Can we make the impossible possible? Can we find peace – inner peace, outer peace, world peace – in seemingly impossible ways? Can we nurture the soul and spirit in a manner that will bring about peace that will allow us to have a love-life – a life full of love – and no sorrow? It is not impossible, it just requires us to speak and dialog in a language that is conducive to the vitality of the human spirit.
 
Holy Cross Church at Akhtamar

Certainly, when Jesus speaks about peace it is from another realm. “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you: not as the world gives…” (John 14) This peace comes from the beginning of all eternity, that is, it comes from God. Isn’t this the peace that we are all seeking? Isn’t this the peace that the world is seeking? In particular, when we hear the stories of war and violence, of young children dying, of airplanes being blown up, of neighbors bombing each other, of daily fights and killings, we have to realize that we don’t have the answers here, but need to look beyond ourselves and our temporal plane.

 
I know it’s overwhelming at times. We know there are politics and interests in the world, there is cancer, and harsh people in our lives who are all beyond our control. One of holy shrines we visited on our pilgrimage was at the island of Akhtamar at Lake Van. When you walk into this sanctuary – Holy Cross – you see the Armenian writings on the walls, the Armenian icons and frescoes above the altar area, and yet, today this area is void of Armenians. The island and the church, as well as all of the historic city of Van and Lake Van are in present day Turkey. Our group of 25 went into the sanctuary and offered a pray. We sang hymns, read the Gospel and then recited the Nicene Creed. Here we proclaimed our faith in the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit and in the Holy Church. This is a important proclamation because the Church is not an institution but the functioning Body of Christ! It is the Body that can heal. It is the Body that the woman who was bleeding for several years touched and she was instantly healed (Matthew 9:20). It is the Body that touched the sick and the lame and made them whole and functioning again. (Matthew 14:36).
 
As we were about to finish our prayer a Turkish guard approached us. He was in uniform and had a side arm – something very unusual for us to find inside of a church. He said to us, “It is enough.”
 
You have to respect the soldier; after all, we were in his (their) country. Yes, it’s hurtful. It is your church. It is your faith, but the reality is that it belongs to another. And that was an important moment for me because as much as we talk about these concepts of faith, hope and love, this was a reminder that we live in a world that is run by guns and by might. So here is the question: how can we overcome that gun without appealing to a bigger gun?
Armenia is much like the heart is to the body. It is a small and relatively little organ inside the body, but it is vital. Armenia beats and has a rhythm. It not only survives but it prospers. It builds and moves forward. We went throughout Armenia and visited shrines, churches, centers, some destroyed, some restored and some were functioning for the local communities. But in all of these sacred spaces, whether in ruins or standing upright, we found the will of people. It is that will to live, survive and prosper. On many occasions I thought to myself that had this been anywhere else in the world Discovery Channel, National Geographic and the likes would be there! They’d be producing documentaries and exploiting this treasure.
 
Now, can we take that little example and present it to the world? Can we take the secret that we found over there and present it to a world and people who are in dire need of an alternative to fighting and destruction? The time has come for us to exploit these places in a good manner. It is time for us to take the lessons that we learned in Armenia and provide them to the world.
 
Here is an interesting idea that I heard on a Ted Talk recently, it concerned the expanding universe. Back in 1929 astronomer Edwin Hubble articulated the concept of the Expanding Universe. Until then, astronomers looking up into the sky would see our Milky Way Galaxy and assume that it is the universe. After all, we knew about the forces of gravity and therefore the universe must be coming together. Hubble said and showed that it is not coming together, but it is expanding and the expansion is speeding up over time. The initial response to this was that Hubble’s discovery was a mistake. But beginning in 1998 different teams of scientists throughout the world started to verify that the universe is in fact expanding. Not just one team but different teams of scientists from different parts of the world were confirming that the expanding universe theory was not a mistake. Their findings were based on small star-light coming to us from distant galaxies. What this means is that these galaxies will, at some point, be rushing away from us at such a remarkable speed that we may not be able to see them in the future. And this is not because of technological limitations, but because of the physics. “The light those galaxies emit, even traveling at the fastest speed, the speed of light, will not be able to overcome the ever-widening gulf between us.” So astronomers in the far future, looking out into deep space will see nothing but an endless stretch of static, icky, black stillness. AND they will conclude that the universe is static and unchanging and populated by a single central oasis of matter that they inhabit” (namely our Milky Way Galaxy).
 
Now think about this for a moment. They will have a picture of the universe that we know is wrong! Now, suppose (and we hope) that those future astronomers will have records from our time – from the 21st century – in which we claim that the universe, “the cosmos teeming with galaxies,” is expanding. Will those future astronomers believe our knowledge? They will have no proof of it – for in fact, when they look up into the night sky they will see only black, static emptiness. Their theories will be validated by their state-of-the-art technological equipment. In turn they will think that our rendition of the universe is archaic – from the dark ages.
 
Remember, just since 1929 and Hubble’s claim, the theories of the fabric of space have changed dramatically. And we come up with words such as archaic, dark ages and backward to describe old ways of thought. What will people say about us in the future? Will they look at what we know as true and call us backward? Living in the dark ages? Because they will look up and only see what is dark and static. They will not see the reality that we see.
 
Adding incense to the prayers
Well think about us today. Do we sometimes look out at the past and past civilization and render our judgment upon them calling them backward and archaic? What could they have known? After all they were living in the villages and didn’t have the technology that we have. They were looking out at the stars, seeing the wonders and… thanking God! They looked around and said you have to have faith. They saw dire situations and said that there must be hope. What could they have known? They didn’t have military power.
 
What I discovered is that they did have something that qualifies as a means of survival. Is it possible that the concepts of faith, hope and love that we talk about are really the means by which we can preserve ourselves, our sanity and our world against our biggest enemy, ourselves?
 
As I start processing all that we discovered from our pilgrimage, in the coming months I will be presenting some of those experience and the means by which people articulate their lives around faith, hope and love. We will present means by which peace can be attained, personally and on a global level. You’ll have to step out of your box, your comfort zone, to observe and appreciate this but it will be well worth it.
 
For today, there are three things that I want to share with you. These points became so clear to me to me following this pilgrimage and I need to share this:
 
1)      The Armenian Church, unequivocally was responsible for the formation of the Armenian identity we know today. The Armenian Church formed, fed, cultivated and defended the Armenian identity. Faith, hope and love are embedded in the code of that identity. This is a very difficult position to maintain given today’s world, soaked in plurality. You say, isn’t the Armenian Church expounding faith? What does that have to do with culture and with ethnicity? Well, the Church has had and has today one unique mission: the spreading of the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the world. In that Gospel we find faith, hope and love and it is articulated through Resurrection. That Resurrection is the means by which we find hope for tomorrow. It is the way we discover life. We see light. We find the faith to believe in the things we cannot see. It is the faith that we find in hearing those notes that are impossible to hit, that do not exist on the violin string but are manifest in those 0harmonics Bazzini prescribed and heard in the world in which we live in. In so doing its mission, the Church has provided the tools for a group of people to define themselves. Christianity is part and parcel of the Armenian image. What I’m saying is beyond the formation of the Armenian alphabet.  The Church had a mission to reveal the Gospel to the Armenian people and therefore created the alphabet and as a result the volumes of literature were written and that literature formed and articulated Armenian culture which flourished. Beyond the alphabet and the development of language, there are volumes of literature that came out of the Church, including scientific discoveries that predate Galileo and Copernicus’ writings by centuries, defining the order of the cosmos. Through the monastic system the Church provided for the defense of the homeland. For instance, at Datev Vank (Monastery) there is the room where Karekin Ndjeh strategized against and fought against the enemies. Here is a military strategist and hero of the nation gaining inspiration and fortitude from the Church. At another monastery we find the place where troubadour, Sayat Nova – a musical artist renowned throughout the world and certainly the Middle East – lived out his last years as a priest of the Church. I stood there at that monastery looking out at the serenity that he saw and the peace that he found in his heart. The Armenian Church, what I call Armodoxy, that is, the Orthodox Faith as expounded by the Armenian Church, was responsible for the development of the Armenian psyche and identity, not as its mission but as a result of its mission. Therefore any descriptor of the Armenian people which is void of the Cross or the Armenian dome is not representing the Armenian people.
 
2)      The Armenian Church is not only a “corner-gig.” The Armenian Church is not that place you go to be born, married and die. The Armenian Church is beyond the services it renders to the people – liturgy, baptism, marriage & funeral only. There is a spirituality and mysticism that flourished in the past and is now dormant. That is what is calling me to not only find it but to share it. In that mysticism I am coming to terms with what the mystics found and played with through the centuries. It is a connection with the universe in a very real and complete sense. It remains for me to discover not only what the mystics and people found, but also how they unraveled it and made it into a way of life.  It is a lonely place to be, I know. But it behooves me, and I hope you, to find the strength to go beyond ourselves.
 
3)      The Land is important. The Land is holy and sacred. The Land is mystical and holds the key to the puzzle. You can take the Armenian Church and its people to some of the most mystical spots on Earth, you can take the Armenian Church and people and form a massive congregation on the New Mexico desert in the midst of tranquility, sunshine and no-Turks; yet it will not make complete sense. The land here – from Ararat to Artsakh – is holy and sacred. It requires connection. You cannot be whole until you connect with this land. At Lake Van, I gave a short sermon in the Holy Cross monastery and recounted the words of a Vanetzi, a great Catholicos of the Armenian Church, Mugrdich Khirmian “Hayrig.” In a book he addresses his grandson, his “tornig” (figuratively referring to the Armenian people). He says, “Unless I marry you to the land, you will die hungry and unfulfilled.” Having been on the land of Mt. Ararat and absorbing the nourishment from the sacred space, I have a new respect and connection to the land and the magic that is manifest from that land. And that’s what I find is at the core of my ministry – I want to present that holiness and sacredness to the world.
 
Jesus tells a parable in which he describes the Kingdom of Heaven like a merchant seeking beautiful pearls, who when he find one pearl of great value, he goes and sells all that he has to buy it.
 
I have found the pearl.

Dinner-Date: Ararat from Both Sides

I was once asked by a newspaper reporter, if I could have lunch with anyone in history, living or dead, who would it be? The reporter had asked other clergy and received standard replies and Jesus was at the top of the list. For me, Christ is Love. I know that. Not much more to ask or talk about. Love and love without condition…. 

No, my choice for a dinner date would be my dad. I’d love to sit with him and find out 

On the western side of Mt. Ararat.

what made him tick. How he dealt with juggling family, work, love, mortgage, spirit and obligations, while keeping his sanity. I’d love to ask him how he held it all together, living as an Armenian in America and how he understood identity. Man… there are so many questions I can think of asking dad. Among the first – How does Maxim Vengerov play La Ronde des Lutins – bowing and plucking at the same time and hitting those harmonics? (Even more, I’d just love to listen to this and watch my dad react to the notes with his smile.)

It was with that same wish – to connect to the author of our DNA – that we went on a pilgrimage last month to the base of the most sacred space on Earth: Mt. Ararat. We went to the Republic of Armenia, Artsakh and to historic Armenia on the West side of the holy mountain. What we found there was the the answer to the puzzles of life. We actually found possibilities for peace – both in the world and for us individually – through the sacred spaces we visited, touched and absorbed.

Today was my father’s birthday. It is also the day we begin our 7th year of broadcasting the Next Step. This year we will be focusing on the mystical and sacred spaces that exist in the isolated and land-locked area around the base of Mt. Ararat, known as the Cradle of Civilization. Join me today and every Thursday for the Next Step. It’s like a cool dinner-date, where we talk about life, love, purpose and direction. Listen in at https://epostle.net

 

Deep Breaths …

“No Step”

 

I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black, NO STEP. NO STEP.
There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back. NO STEP. NO STEP.
Someone bought me my ticket, now I’m on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
NO STEP. NO STEP.
Those afterburners cut in and kicked us high. NO STEP. NO STEP.
The thin air shimmered, the sun cut through and burned my eye. NO STEP. NO STEP.
Someone bought me my ticket, now I’m on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
NO STEP. NO STEP.
Give me a jet stream schooner or a crew-legged goose. NO STEP. NO STEP.
I’m a clear-air jockey when they turn me loose. NO STEP. NO STEP.
Someone bought me my ticket to the captain’s seat.
Will the shakes soon leave me, will I find my feet?
NO STEP. NO STEP.
– (Ian Anderson)
The words “NO STEP” are stenciled on the wings of planes. I’m assuming the words are on Aeroflot planes as well. Taking some deep breaths on advice of a loved one and looking forward to the deeper ones I can take in the homeland. 
 
Armodoxy has roots: Partly found in the land around Ararat, but the greater part comes from the universe itself. To be connected with the land and culture is necessary to understand. A trip now and then helps. But to be connected with the energy of the universe – to be in the flow – is essential to live. 
 
Deeper breaths….
 
 

 

Ascension: Full Authority and No Wounds

Today is the day of Ascension. It’s the celebration of healing. I never understood it the way

I do today.

 
The celebration of Ascension is 40 days after Easter. Whereas Easter celebrates victory, this feast celebrates the upward movement and healing momentum after the resurrection.
It’s interesting that the Christian story does not end with Resurrection.  
 
The Crucifixion is the ultimate story of betrayal, hurt, pain, suffering and loss. Following the Crucifixion, we find ourselves at the Empty Tomb – a place from which we can look at the Cross and call that day, “Good” Friday. In the context of Resurrection the Crucifixion is done. It’s over. The pain and suffering are finished, conquered and defeated. But the wounds are still there. And that’s why the Christian story does not end with Resurrection.
 
A week or two following the Resurrection, one of the Disciples of Christ, Thomas, asks to feel the wounds of Christ. The holes in his hands where the nails were driven in were still open, as was the gouge in his side.  Resurrection was a victory over death, but the wounds were still open and had not healed.
 
At the Ascension, Jesus proclaims “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.” He ascends to Heaven in full authority. It is to the state of perfection that he ascends. The wounds have been healed!

 

This is the feast of Ascension – the celebration of healing. It is the celebration of leaving the wounds behind and finding the completeness of life.

Comments at LA County Gathering (MLK)

Opening Remarks at the Clergy Prayer Breakfast organized by Sheriff Lee Baca at the St. Leon Armenian Cathedral, on January 10, 2014 by Fr. Vazken Movsesian

Distinguished Clergy and guest,

On behalf of His Eminence Archbishop Hovnan Derderian, Primate of the Western Diocese, I welcome to the St. Leon Armenian Cathedral, headquarters of the Armenian Church in the Western United States. It is a unique honor for us to host this gathering of clergy, faith leaders and people of faith, who gather around the common theme of freedom, peace and justice. Furthermore, today we have an opportunity to honor Sheriff Lee Baca (who most recently announced his retirement from the Department). It is appropriate to do so at this gathering, for in fact, it was Sheriff Baca, who shortly after being sworn into office brought together religious leaders throughout the County. Sheriff Baca has advocated for community policing and he saw a need for religious leaders to partner with the members of the Department to address community concerns. This annual gathering is a result of his efforts and leadership.


This may be the first time many of you have come into an Armenian Church. I’d like to bring to your attention some of the nuances of the church building. While it is a fairly new sanctuary, it is built in accord with traditional Armenian architecture – one of the most ancient of Christian traditions. You’ll notice the pictures and icons of saints throughout the building. What you don’t see is that each pillar, wall, and area of this sanctuary is consecrated and dedicated in the name of a saint. I mention this because saints are not God, nor are they endowed with godly powers. They are people, with all of the human frailties, and have faced challenges, oppression, suffering, but they have risen to the occasion and shined a light of hope a midst the darkness. In other words, they give us – you and me – hope. You expect perfection from a god, but when a person in the midst of torment and suffering is able to rise to the occasion, it signals an opportunity for us to excel and achieve. That is, we are empowered with the knowledge and confidence to know that we too can achieve the seemingly impossible.

As an Armenia, I can attest to this miraculous power. Armenia is a small/tiny, land-locked country, at the crossroads of three continents. Its history is almost exclusively one of wars, terror and even genocide. The power of love has been the only constant and the only weapon that has insured its survival. It may sound strange and certainly paradoxical to someone without faith, but as these saints will attest with their lives, it is true.

How blessed are we this morning to have examples that we can touch today, not only in the walls and paintings, but examples that are fresh in our memory. Just last Summer we commemorated the 50th Anniversary of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s March on Washington and the words which shook the world challenging each of us, and our nation collectively, to dream of and to realize justice through racial harmony. Only last month, we marked the passing of Nelson Mandela, an icon of freedom. In him we found a man who fought and won against the powers of evil with love and forgiveness.

Now, I wish to remind our gathering today, that Dr. King, in his writings and his speeches never hesitated to mention that he was a minister of the Gospel. He gave meaning to the “REVEREND” title at the beginning of his name. He was a man of God. How fortunate are we to find ourselves at this time in history with such great reminders of compassion, healing, forgiveness and love. These are models that give us all a change to look forward in hope.

Our gathering today is at the beginning of a new year. With the New Year comes newness. Sure, it’s merely a date on the calendar, but it’s a convenient opportunity for us to take an inventory of our work, to look back with introspection and forward with hopes and dreams. Today is that opportunity for us to join in fellowship and solidarity with members of the faith community, to make a difference in our communities and surroundings.

But let us also be aware of the trapping of time. The New Year is here, but that doesn’t mean things will be new, unless we so move to make them new. Dr. King repeatedly told us that bringing about justice – and therefore peace – cannot wait. The time is always right for peace, harmony and understanding. Writing to his colleagues, from the Birmingham jail, Rev. King warned them and therefore us, to avoid a misconception of time.

“… It comes from the strangely rational notion that there is something in the very flow of time that will inevitably cure all ills. Actually, time itself is neutral… . Human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability; it comes through the tireless efforts of men willing to be co-workers with God, and without this ‘hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation.”

It is in this spirit that we gather this morning, as faith leaders, to become worthy co-workers with God. Thank you for attending. Let us move forward with our program…

Christmas, Advent & Heart

Parish Priest’s Message from the “Key” Newsletter* – 5 January 2014

http://www.armenianchurchyouthministries.org/newsletter/The_Key_010514.pdf

Dear Parishioners,
How about some double good news today? Of course there’s the BIG news of the day – “Christ is Born & Revealed!” but I have another one that’s equally important. That is, we made it! We finish the period of Advent today.

It’s been 50 days since we started the Advent journey together. During this time of Christmas preparation, we reached out as the Body of Christ has been instructed to do by Jesus. (Luke 14) We started off with our Thanksgiving feed, and continued through the holy days with our Children’s Memorial, Toy and Blanket drives. So that when we arrive here at Christmas and we hear the beautiful greeting, “Christ is Born & Revealed” it has a true meaning. It is not only a statement or slogan, but in fact, LOVE has been born and revealed in our midst. Through our actions we become a living testimony to the event – The Nativity – which took place in history, and even more, we testify to the reality of Love being born today and every day. Therefore, we can loudly proclaim, “Indeed, He is Revealed!”

As excited as I am with the achievements of our small parish over the past Advent Season, I am not content. As your Pastor, I have to confess my sadness with the situation that I witness in our community. Our church still functions in a time-warp, with awkward and archaic customs that promote an unreal and skewed understanding of its place and function in life. I try to console myself by saying “small steps” or that things do not change overnight, nevertheless it is heartbreaking that on Christmas we are not where we should be as an Armenian Church, and thus, as an Armenian Christian community. We celebrate Theophany today asking God to reveal His Love to us. -Fr. Vazken 


*The “Key” is the weekly newsletter of the St. Peter Armenian Church, Glendale, CA – Jesus asked the Disciples, “Who do YOU say that I am?” Peter responded “You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God.” Jesus promised the Keys to the Kingdom for this profession of faith. (Mt 16) At the St. Peter, Glendale Parish, our faith and actions are based on that same profession of faith. It is the Key that opens the doors to our journey as Christians…