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Osheen Keshishian: An Armenian Icon

Osheen Keshishian was honored on November 10, 2024 at the St. Leon Armenian Cathedral in Burbank, by Archbishop Hovnan Derderian, Primate of the Western Diocese. On this occasion His Eminence announced that Osheen Keshishian will have the distinction of being the first “Centennial Luminary” for his long-standing dedication and contributions to the Armenian Church and Armenian Nation. The Diocese will be celebrating its Centennial Anniversary in 2027 and on that occasion a special dedication and plaque will be installed in his honor.

On this occasion, the Primate asked Fr. Vazken Movsesian to celebrate the Divine Liturgy and offer the day’s sermon, and present Osheen Keshishian to the community. His sermon appears below.

Angels, the Messengers – prelude to presenting Osheen Keshishian
Sermon Delivered by Fr. Vazken Movsesian (English Translation)

One of the great disservices we do to our Faith is when we overdramatize or fictionalize the characters of our faith to the point that they represent a fantasy. Accordingly, they lose meaning and relevance for us.

This weekend the Armenian Church celebrated the feast of the Archangels Gabriel & Michael. The word angel means messenger. Angels are the ones who reveal a message to us. Think of all the different ways we have overdramatized angels, from Old Testament imagery to Church iconography, to stained glass windows, all the way to the Hollywoodization of angels with wings, harps, bows and arrows, white robes, halos, to the point that they enter the category of fantasy, and their purpose and message is forgotten.

The night Jesus was born, the angels brought a message: Peace on Earth, goodwill toward one another. That’s it. It was that simple. It’s what the message of Christianity has always been. This past week we had presidential elections. Along with the elections a narrative was given about Christianity, which all but missed the point of peace on earth and goodwill toward one another. Think of the many articles of Faith that get overdramatized. For instance miracles. Hollywood would have us believe that miracles occur with thunder and lightning, and while we’re looking up to the heavens for these spectacular sights, we miss the true miracle of a smile in our child’s eye, or that paper-like fingernail on a newborn that cannot be duplicated by any machine or person. In other words, we lose sight of real miracles when we downgrade the word to fantasy.

In the Armenian Church and in all of Christianity – an angel is a messenger – often sent by God to reveal a truth to us. The angel was sent to Mary to let her know that she is with Child of the Holy Spirit. We have no details of what that angel wore, what he looked like, what color his garments or skin color were. Nor do we know anything about his moral character, because that is not the point of the story. The story is to convey to us that Mary had found favor with God and would bear the Christ Child.

When our attention is grabbed by outward expressions such as wings and halos, we lose sight of the message and even worse, we lose contact with something very special. God is always talking to us but our receptors are so dull that we don’t hear. God’s messages are all around us. Our children, our parents, the flower in your garden, the beautiful landscape across the hills are messages sent to us daily.

When we make the images and the articles of faith bigger than life we don’t have a chance to interact – to dialogue. The entire point of religion is to engage us, make life – our existence and our world – into a better place. And this is why we reject the idea of jakatagir – fatalism.

In an old Los Angeles neighborhood not far from us there stands the St. Sophia Greek Cathedral. Today the neighborhood is made up of many different ethnicities. Across from the cathedral there is a big sign atop another building: We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. (Luciano De Crescenzo).  It is a beautiful expression of messengers engaging in a dialogue. We can fly only if we connect with one another.

Today we gather to honor a messenger – one who has brought a message of hope through his positive outlook of the world, Osheen Keshishian. For over seven decades he has selflessly given himself to the Armenian community and to the Armenian Church. Born in Jerusalem, he moved to Beirut during the Palestinian war and came to the United States in 1956. Since his arrival to the United States he has been the second wing to countless people, and helped us fly.

He is loved and respected by all. Just like Cher and a few others, he is known by one name! When you say Osheen everyone knows who you are talking about.

Our history as Armenians in the diaspora goes back several centuries, but it was in the 20th century that here. in the Western Diocese – the West Coast of the United States – the population of Armenians increased. Every time Armenians were caught in persecution or were exiled from their homes, they came to America and the Western Diocese has turned become the last station stop for Armenians. Beginning with the massacres of the 1890s, you can follow the waves of migration to America. Of course, there was the Genocide with refugees coming in the 1920s, then World War II in the 1940s, the Civil War in Lebanon in the 1970s, the fall of the Shaw and the Revolution in Iran in 1979 into the 1980s, and the collapse of the Soviet Union in the 1990s.

The Armenian Church has been there at each step of the way. As a scholar of the Armenian world, particularly the Diaspora, Osheen Keshishian has documented and shaped that journey. In the Western Diocese he was the editor of the first Diocesan wide newspaper, the Californian. In 1970 Osheen Keshishian established and published the Armenian Observer newspaper. For over 50 years he has chronicled and documented the story of the Armenian Diaspora on the pages of his newspaper.

Long before the Internet or such functions as Google to answer your question, Osheen Keshishian was the source for all things Armenian. He is a walking encyclopedia of knowledge about all things Armenian. He is a messenger and an educator. In 1985 he began teaching at Glendale Community College, and formally received the title of Professor. He has been respected on the world stage, giving lectures and participating in the conferences and yet, he always has time and makes time to discuss and share his wisdom with everyone. Particularly the young, always concerned with the welfare and development of the Armenian Community.

In 1965, on the 50th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide a group of men began work on the Armenian Martyrs’ Monument in Montebello and saw its completion and dedication in 1968 with the blessing of Catholicos Vazken I, of blessed memory. Osheen Keshishian was one of the members of the group that brought the Monument to fruition.

He has met world leaders, with three sitting Presidents and engaged in conversation with President Ronald Reagan about the Armenian Genocide. He has interviewed every Armenian-world personality over the last seven decades, from Church “giants” such as Vazken I, Patriarch Shnork, Patriarch Yeghishe, Patriarch Torkom, Catholicos Karekin I and Karekin II, to Philanthropists the likes Kirk Krekorian and Alex Manoogian and Armenian celebrities such as Charles Aznavour, Roupen Mamoulian, and Mike Conners.

One of the most memorable events in his life came out of his friendship with Pulitzer Prize Winner William Saroyan. In 1982 a small group was formed in Fresno to take Saroyan’s ashes to Armenia for burial there. Osheen Keshishian was asked by the Armenian government – Diasporan relations – to be a part of this group. With great honor he became part of the entourage and personally delivered the remains to Armenia, but first greeted in Moscow, and then Armenia for a ceremony witnessed by over 50,000 people.

Let us not forget that all of this happened at the height of the Cold War. He has the gift of engaging everyone in conversation. He weaves a rich story of personal anecdotes and wisdom in his talks and conversations. For this reason, The Armenian Observer has been respected as a reliable source of information, bringing home the message. His editorials were timely, critiquing Armenian life, placing his finger on the challenges that face us, and then offering solutions, giving answers that were laced with hope for the reader and for the Armenian World.

In the 1960s, when I was in elementary school in Hollywood, there were a handful of Armenians in the public school. By the time I got Marshall High School in Los Feliz, the number of Armenians was up, but not many. Osheen was a resource of Armenian knowledge for us. I had the good fortune of working with Osheen at the Armenian Observer while I went to college. I’d like to thank our Primate Archbishop Hovnan for giving me this opportunity to present Osheen Keshishian to the congregation. Today I have an opportunity to express my thanks and appreciation to a man who taught us so much, who became the second wing to push us to new heights. It was people like Osheen that kept the Armenian spirit alive. His activism in our community will always be honored.

 

Overkill

Armodoxy for Today: Overkill

One of the great disservices we do to our Faith is when we overdramatize or fictionalize the characters of our faith to the point that they represent a fantasy. Accordingly, they lose meaning and relevance for us.

This weekend the Armenian Church celebrated the feast of the Archangels Gabriel & Michael. The word angel means messenger. Angels are the ones who reveal a message to us. Think of all the different ways we have overdramatized angels, from Old Testament imagery to Church iconography, to stained glass windows, all the way to the Hollywoodization of angels with wings, harps, bows and arrows, white robes, halos, to the point that they enter the category of fantasy, and their purpose and message is forgotten.

The night Jesus was born, the angels brought a message: Peace on Earth, goodwill toward one another. That’s it. It was that simple. It’s what the message of Christianity has always been. This past week we had presidential elections. Along with the elections a narrative was given about Christianity, which all but missed the point of peace on earth and goodwill toward one another. Think of the many articles of Faith that get overdramatized. For instance miracles. Hollywood would have us believe that miracles occur with thunder and lightning, and while we’re looking up to the heavens for these spectacular sights, we miss the true miracle of a smile in our child’s eye, or that paper-like fingernail on a newborn that cannot be duplicated by any machine or person. In other words, we lose sight of real miracles when we downgrade the word to fantasy.

In the Armenian Church and in all of Christianity – an angel is a messenger – often sent by God to reveal a truth to us. The angel was sent to Mary to let her know that she is with Child of the Holy Spirit. We have no details of what that angel wore, what he looked like, what color his garments or skin color were. Nor do we know anything about his moral character, because that is not the point of the story. The story is to convey to us that Mary had found favor with God and would bear the Christ Child.

When our attention is grabbed by outward expressions such as wings and halos, we lose sight of the message and even worse, we lose contact with something very special. God is always talking to us but our receptors are so dull that we don’t hear. God’s messages are all around us. Our children, our parents, the flower in your garden, the beautiful landscape across the hills are messages sent to us daily.

When we make the images and the articles of faith bigger than life we don’t have a chance to interact – to dialogue. The entire point of religion is to engage us, make life – our existence and our world – into a better place. And this is why we reject the idea of jakatagir – fatalism.

In an old Los Angeles neighborhood stands the St. Sophia Greek Orthodox Cathedral. Today the neighborhood is made up of many different ethnicities. Across from the cathedral there is a big sign atop another building: We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. (Luciano De Crescenzo).  It is a beautiful expression of messengers engaging in a dialogue. We can fly only if we connect with one another.

A prayer from St. Gregory Datevatsi dedicated to angels, Radiant servants, who serve the everlasting uncreated Creator classes, thrones, Seraphims and Cherubims of Heavenly armies. Principalities, powers, governments, archangels and angels, Michael and Gabriel, heads of heavenly armies who ceaselessly glorify the Holy Trinity, sings “Have Mercy, O Creator, do not forsake, do not abandon Your creation.” Abet and protect the servants of God. Amen.

Baby Angel named Nzhdeh

Armodoxy for Today: A Baby Angel named Nzhdeh

Garegin Nzhdeh (1886-1955) was a military strategist and statesmen. I’ve been intrigued by his story and inspired by many of his thoughts, especially about the Armenian national liberation struggle and revolutionary activities. So, when I met a gentlemen named Arthur Nzhdeh outside the Cathedral at Holy Etchmiadzin, of course I was curious to find out if there was a connection with the freedom fighter I had only read about.

In Yerevan, a block off the main Republic Square stands a statue dedicated to Garegin Nzhdeh. This statue has a large tablet inscribed with a couple of key pieces of inspiration by Nzhdeh. At the top, reads his holy trinity: “God, Nation and the Fatherland,” followed by his words, “Live and work only for those things that are worth dying for and die only for those things that are worth living for.” I’ve wondered if Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King had read Nzhdeh when he said, “If you have not discovered something you are willing to die for, then you are not fit to live.” It’s probably unlikely that he did, but when minds and souls are in sync, anything is possible.

At the Monastery of Tatev, there are signs with photos of Nzhdeh, remembering that he was one of the leaders of the First Independent Republic of Armenia (1918-1920). Nzhdeh had gone to the Monastery in a spiritual retreat, so that he could connect with the Divine. “God, Nation and the Fatherland” were what directed his actions.

It was a Wednesday afternoon in June when I stood outside the Cathedral of Holy Etchmiadzin, just past the main gate and before heading to the church proper. I had just visited my dorm room, where I stayed in the late 1970’s while a student at the seminary. I met with a priest who was now working out of the room, converted to an office for diasporan affairs. Things seemed so different and so much smaller than they did decades ago. The room still had the radiator-heaters and the windows with the long shelf where we would place our supplies during the winter months to keep them from spoiling.

I was there this day to baptize my grand-niece and I had about an hour before the appointment in the baptistry.

There is a beautiful fountain memorial just as you enter Etchmiadzin and I stood there, reflecting in the shadow of the first Christian cathedral. The meditative moment was broken by the arrival of a man, his wife, and their baby. He came right up to the fountain, stripped the baby down to his diapers and placed him under the fountain so the water came over him like a waterfall. Without a warning (or a towel) he handed the baby to me and asked for a blessing.

He pulled out his cell phone and began showing me pictures. He explained he was an athlete, a sports celebrity of sorts. He coached and taught. And quickly showing me his Instagram page he pointed to the tens of thousands of followers he had. But his excitement couldn’t be contained when he told me about his son. He said that they named him Garegin, because their last name is Nzhdeh. And so, there I was, holding Garegin Nzhdeh – a baby – and offering a blessing.

Angels come in different shapes, sizes and forms. He was named after a larger than life statesman and hero of the nation. The parents had the courage and the boldness to think outside of their limits and named their child with dreams for greatness. It was a small message that came to me in the shadow of the Great Etchmiadzin Cathedral. As the name Etchmiadzin describes, it is the place where the Son of God descended. Here was a young couple and a very young baby who had come to connect with a past, but also dream of big things to come.

Baby Gagegin Ndzdeh sent us a message that day, that when we approach God with our dream, be courageous and bold. He is our Heavenly Father, and the lower we move our guards, the more access we give to God’s great miracles in our lives.

We pray, Heavenly Father, bless those who bless you. Parents and children who stand at your door, seek a blessing on their lives. May we all be reminded of our Lord Jesus’ words to approach You as Father, who cares and tends to our needs. We thank You for the blessings You give so abundantly. Amen.

left: Sign at Tatev regarding Garegin Nzhdeh; right three photos: Baby Garegin Nzhdeh, 2023, receiving a blessing

Angels of Geghart

Roots of Armodoxy: Angels of Geghart

Angels are all around us, if only we look. An angel is a messenger that shares God’s message of faith, hope and love with people. Several angels have had encounters with people, both in ancient times, in Biblical times, as well as today.

Vazken I, of blessed memory, the Catholicos of All Armenians from 1955 to 1994 was one such angel. During the harshest years of Soviet oppression and their hushing of the human spirit, many of the monasteries and churches in Armenia were forced to close their doors or limit their access to the people. The diplomacy of Catholicos Vazken, secured certain rights and functions of the church in the midst of targeted atheism. Some of his actions were meant to go under the Soviet radar, but for the most part, the church functioned, albeit in limited form, in full view of the government. He was a gifted and patient leader of the church who was loved by the people. Vazken I was an angel for nearly four decades passing along the faith, the hope for better days to come, and all with his compassion and example of love.

During the Soviet rule over Armenia, it was common for tourists to visit Armenian monasteries as part of the cultural landscape. In other words, the religious significance of these sacred sites was diminished by the government, by presenting them as expressions of random creativity, not necessarily inspired by the spirit. The Christian background was minimized, or even nullified, for the tourist in the official state narrative about churches and monasteries.

Geghartavank, or the monastery of Geghart, is unique because its wonder is felt only after you enter its doors. It is a monastery carved out of a mountain. Inside, different chambers are interconnected through narrow and low hallways. Geghart means “lance” or spear. In the Gospel of St. John 19:34 we read that as Jesus committed his spirit on the cross, the soldiers who were witnessing the crucifixion pierced his side with a lance to assure themselves Jesus was dead. That lance is kept by the Armenian Church to this day, and was originally kept at Geghartavank.

The monastery was a tourist stop even during Soviet times. Today, people flock there for curiosity, but more and more as a pilgrimage shrine to augment their faith.

We arrived one morning to discover a small group of a cappella singers had just concluded a mini-concert in one of the caves. Their repertoire included a few sharagans, or hymns of the Armenian Church, and a couple samplers from Gomidas Vartabed (early 20th century). We inquired when the next concert might take place and they told us it would be a bit later. Our group of nine pilgrims entered the cave at Geghartavank. We were alone. We huddled together and sang a hymn, requesting God’s mercy, “Der Voghormia.”  The acoustics of the cave are such that, we, untrained vocalists, sounded amazing, so much so that the group of a cappella singers came back in as if to answering a prayer. They smiled and lined up in front of us. Taking out an electronic pitchfork, one of the singers gave the note and the others tuned into to produce the concert that was the answer to our prayer. It was renewing and invigorating, leaving us in tears, with full heart of contentment.

Life is a give and take, even with our angels. We weren’t expecting this concert, rather our prayer was one of thanksgiving. Not everything needs to be articulated. Sometimes its best to pray and know that everything falls into place. Angels bring that simple message to us as they did that day in Geghartavank.

We pray the prayer of St. Nersess Shnorhali from the 20th hour, “Benevolent Lord, commit me to a good angel, who may deliver my soul in peace, and convey it undisturbed through the cruelty of evil, to heavenly places. Amen.”

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