Clergy Corner
The Choice is Yours
By Rev. Fr.
Tateos Abdalian
I recently read a story that I wish to share.
Imagine the mystery and delight of not just hearing, but seeing the story of
Jesus for the first time, almost as an eyewitness. It happened to a
primitive tribe in the jungles of East Asia when missionaries showed them
the Jesus film. These people never heard of Jesus and they had never seen a
motion picture. Then, all at once, on one unforgettable evening, they saw it
all - the gospel in their own language, visible and real.
As they watched and saw this good man Jesus, who healed the sick and was
adored by children, held without trial and beaten by jeering soldiers, the
people came unglued. They stood up and began to shout at the cruel men on
the screen, demanding that this outrage stop. Remember this was a primitive
tribe in the jungle of East Asia. They weren't sophisticated like us.
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Words to Live By
“I should like to see any power of the
world destroy this race, this small tribe of unimportant people, whose
wars have all been fought and lost, whose structures have crumbled,
literature is unread, music is unheard, and prayers are no more answered.
Go ahead, destroy Armenia. See if you can do it. Send them into the desert
without bread or water. Burn their homes and churches. Then see if they
will not laugh, sing and pray again. For when two of them meet anywhere in
the world, see if they will not create a new Armenia.”
William Saroyan
Did You
Know?
When Exactly is Easter?
In the early church there was much discussion and debate as to the proper
day for the celebration of Easter. The basic concern was whether to
celebrate it on the day of the Judaic Feast of Passover or on the closest
Sunday thereto. This discussion was ended in 325 A.D. by the decision of
the Ecumenical Council of Nicaea, which decided the Feast of the
Resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ would be celebrated on the first
Sunday following the full moon after the vernal equinox. This decision and
particularly the celebration of Easter on a Sunday was based on the fact
that it was a Sunday on which Christ rose from the dead -- the second day
of Passover of that year.
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A Story for Your Soul
Under the Arch, by Natalie Garibian Peters, from the Palm Beach Post
I was studying in Paris, reveling in college classes, weekend train trips
and my own youthful renaissance. My family-oriented father asked me to
look up relatives who might live somewhere about. But I didn’t. I wanted
to feel sophisticated and free, cutting family ties and abandoning the
trappings of my American upbringing.
Summer passed. The days grew longer, cooler, darker. And even in the City
of Light, I was beginning to miss my family. It was my first time away
from home and I was feeling lonely and disconnected. Longing for the
familiar joys of Christmas. I wondered, was I turning the pages of my life
too quickly?
So on this particular cold and dreary day
in 1996, I found myself walking to the Armenian Church, a modest stone
edifice on the opulent boulevard rue Jean Goujon.
I took a seat out of the way and under one
of those beautiful stone archways. As the Der Hayr (priest) spoke and the
service progressed, I saw an old woman, hunched over, walking up and down
the aisle looking for a seat.
Given the length of the Armenian Church
service, I didn’t exactly want to give up my place, but I was 20 and she
was 70. So when she came by, I spoke in Armenian and offered my seat. She
took it without speaking and I stepped to the side under arch.
From time to time I saw her looking at me.
I found myself staring back. There was something soft and gentle in her
dark eyes, deep and mindful. I watched her cross herself, sing, and cross
herself again. I envied the comfort and security she seemed to feel in
singing and lifting her hands to God.
As the service drew to a close, she
quietly spoke to me. “You are not from here are you?” she whispered.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“Because you spoke to me in Armenian. The
young people here speak French. Where are you from?”
“America. Florida,” I said rolling the “r”
to make it sound more Armenian.
Keeping her eyes on the service, she said,
“I have family in Florida. Three brothers. Sarkis, Dikran and…..”
“Ara,” I said. A lump rose in my throat.
“Ara is my father.”
Her strong, weathered countenance crumbled
in tears. She raised her hands again. “Asdoodzo Kordzeh (God’s work). I
have been looking for you father for 30 years,” she cried. “I knew you
were someone special. I knew it in your face.”
She was my “auntie,” a relative of my
paternal grandfather widely dispersed family who had been part of the
Armenian Diaspora across Iraq, Syria, America. She herself lived in Syria,
and was only in Paris temporarily. But she happened to be there under that
arch at the very moment I was. Overarching oceans and generations, the two
of us connected.
I thought I was in France to discover who
I was, to collect stories for the future. Perhaps I didn’t know exactly
what I was looking for, but then I didn’t need to- because an angel from
the past, Arev Kasparian, found me and reunited our family.
Upcoming Events
April 29,
ACYOA Jrs. Spring Extravaganza, Fair
Lawn, NJ
May 26–29, Hye M’rtsoom Watertown, MA
June 16-18, Father and Son Weekend at the
Ararat Center (ages 14 and up)
St. Vartan Camp
June 27-July 1, Staff training
July 2-15, Session A
July 16-29, Session B
July 30-August 12, Session C
Hye Camp
July 30-August 5
St. Nersess Summer Conferences
June 13-17, Post-high school A
June 25–July 3, Deacon’s training
July 6–14, High school A
July 17–25, High school B
July 28–August 5, High school C
August 7–11, Junior high school
August 14–20, Post high school B
If you have an upcoming event you want posted in HYE-mail, e-mail me
at:
jenniferm@armeniandiocese.org.
Links
www.learnarmenian.com is a website to enhance your Armenian language
skills. Most of the text is in Armenian..
www.20voices.com keeps alive the
stories of the Genocide survivors.
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