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Happy Thanksgiving

October 7, 2011
What are you most thankful for?
The people of Armenia are thankful for things we take for granted.
Do you know what they are thankful for?
BIBLES.
There were so many instances when we witnessed the awesome reactions of people receiving a Bible. When was the last time someone in North America jumped for joy and rejoiced loudly for the gift of a Bible?

Makes you stop and think doesn’t it?

Araik rejoiced for 150 Bibles he received. He now will be able to
give Bibles to those he speaks to in his mission work.
Each of the 24 who were baptised received a Bible.

They opened them as though they were treasure chests and
held on to them reverently.



A Bible is an expensive item for the average Armenian.



They are captivated by the Word of God. Hungering to hear the truth.

The life line for someone who is hurting.
The energizer for those who are tired.
A Pastor who has dedicated his life to ministry but has no Bibles to give away.
His voice still rings in my ears as he thanked us for a donation of 150 Bibles to gift to others.
Let me ask you again, what are you thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend?

Motor Still Running

October 4, 2011

It’s been a week since we got back home to Montreal and I am still having trouble slowing things down in my mind. It doesn’t help that there is a full docket of work to be done but even at night images and thoughts are whirling around in my head.

People I met and who left a lasting impression. New friends and family that I miss even though our time together was so short. Sights and smells that are as fresh as the day I experienced them.

Though when I sit down and try to pin point what is really bothering me I keep coming up with only one thing. That ‘my’ people have hardened their hearts to the truth that is being put in front of them.

This nation that was the first to adopt Christianity as their official state religion cannot see past their noses (yes, some of those noses are long… LOL) at what can fill the huge void in their lives. It’s not more jobs, even though jobs would help support families. It’s not a new government, even though the corruption of the government has been adding to the frustration of the people. It’s not more money from the outside, even though money would definitely put food on the table and smooth the crease of worry from their foreheads. It’s simply accepting the free gift of salvation that God sent through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ His Son.

It’s simple. It’s free. It’s life changing. It’s right there for the taking.

Hearts hard as the majestic mountains and rocks of this ancient country.

Keep in your prayers the missionaries that daily are out there spreading this wonderful message.

Day 10 & 11 – Last Day & Farewells

October 1, 2011

With the dawning of our last day in Armenia I had mixed emotions. I had missed my children and wanted to get back to them but the people of Armenia had captured my heart and I knew that a piece of it would remain behind with them.

Sunday morning was almost like every other Sunday for us. We prepared for church and walked over to the church just as we do in Montreal. Somethings just don’t change with the Hovsepians.

Dad spoke at the Armenian Brotherhood Church of Yerevan for the last time on this trip. Notice how I gently worked that in – the brothers and sisters in Armenia have repeatedly asked for another visit and soon. They crave to be fed and they have so many questions to ask. They hunger for the truth and to learn more.

Dad and Pastor Hovhannes doing their pre-service preparations
Pastor Hovhannes leading the worship. He has the gift of leadership
You can hear dad’s sermon “Do You Love Me” preached in Armenian. There are a few snippets of other parts of the worship service included as well. You will enjoy hearing their choir and a young girl singing even though you may not understand the words.
There were about a dozen of our family members who attended church to hear dad preach, including the Rumyan family. We are praying that they build solid friendships with those in the church including Araik’s children. The girls of both families were already making plans to meet for pizza that was a good sign for all of us and we rejoiced for this new friendship.
There were many hugs and promises to write and visit again as we bid everyone farewell.
We then headed to Araik’s home for a last meal together. It was a bittersweet time we had all come to enjoy each other’s company and support over the last ten days. I will truly miss this family, I was blessed by their openness, their sincerity and the joy and love that they expressed. We shared tears and laughter together and that is what friendships are built on.
After lunch went back to the hotel to meet with the last cousin who actually lives in Philadelphia but had just arrived in Yerevan for her son’s wedding on October 8th.
Vartouhi dad’s cousin from PA
Levon, Vartouhi’s husband
Three cousins together
We had a short visit before we rushed off to have dinner with Pastor Hovhannes and his beautiful wife, Shake, at a great restaurant in Yerevan. Picture this would you, five large / tall adults in a clown car whipping around corners and through the streets of Yerevan. On second thought, three of us were so tightly fitted in the back that nothing short of a Mack truck hitting us would have dislodged us from our seats. 
We had a great time sharing and breaking bread together but we needed to get back and close up our bags and get some shut eye. But hold on, one more stop for a quick coffee at Hovhanne’s home. Ahhh, the aroma of Armenian coffee still haunts me or is that just my mom making her morning coffee next door?
A 5:30 a.m. wake-up call is brutal but dad and I were both up and ready before the call came. At 6:00 a.m. Araik and his family were there to drive us to the airport. It was a very quiet ride not because of the hour but because we were all absorbed by our own thoughts.
At the airport we were not disappointed by the bureaucracy of the airline. We each had two bags a total of four, we checked two of them in and had our carry-ons left. The agent weighed our carry-ons, oops we were way over. How is that possible we came with the same full bags but you can’t argue over there. After several whispered conferences on their part we parted with $90 US dollars just so we could take our bags on to the plane. Highway robbery.
Our farewells were quick, none of us could handle a long drawn out farewell. But there were tears involved with lots of hugs and kisses. It was not a good bye but a “see you soon”.

Day 10 – Christian Leadership College (CLC)

October 1, 2011
Two brothers in Christ rejoicing over the gift of Bibles to the church. The Bibles were a donation from Pastor Joseph. We need to count our blessings and appreciate the accessibility of buying Bibles. Is yours collecting dust somewhere? Or do you use it as a paper weight?
Bibles are expensive for the average Armenian to buy. Even the church has a shortage and did not have any to give away to new believers.

100 Bibles ready to be distributed
Every Saturday the sanctuary of the Armenian Brotherhood Church of Yerevan becomes a seminary for approximately 65-70 persons. They attend lectures and the following weekend are tested on their knowledge. At the end of the course they receive a diploma from the Christian Leadership College.
Students taking the exam.
Dad teaching his course “The Price”
Refreshments during the break
The students are men and women, young and old.

Dad’s lesson “The Price” was well received with many questions during the Q&A time. The lesson can be heard on Vimeo in Armenian.

After the lecture ended I headed to the hotel to get work done but dad joined by Pastor Hovhannes had a couple of visits to do. At teach stop there were many spiritual questions that needed to be answered and these men of God have asked Dad to visit again and teach and mentor them.
Home #1
Home #2
Home #2
It was after 10 p.m. when dad finally made his way to the hotel. It had been a long and exchausting day and he had one more like it the next day. But God has given him the strength that he has needed on this trip and that is how it is when we do God’s will and calling.

Day 9 – Sevan

September 29, 2011
Our days in Armenia are quickly coming to end. Today was our last sight seeing trip before the weekend meetings begin. Hovnan, Araik’s son joined us today to visit Sevan. 



Sevan is in the Gegharkunik Province 66 km north-east of Yerevan. It is a popular summer resort in
Armenia. As well until 1934 it was known as Elenovka or Yelenovka, it was founded in 1842 by Russian schismatics.
One of the main features besides the beautiful blue Lake Sevan is the Sevanavank Monastery which can be dated to the 9th-10th century. The monastery is located on a high hill and the climb can leave you breathless but keep going until you reach the very top of the hill, it is worth the climb.


Initially the monastery was built on a small island and it was meant for the monk of Echmiadjin who had sinned. During the Stalin era they artificially drained Lake Sevan which dropped the water level about 20 metres and created a peninsula. With this came easy accesibility to the monastery which brought tourism to the town.

There are katchkars that are carved from local green stone and stand out amongst all the other katchkars which are made from tuff – volcanic ash.
This is one of the few active monasteries in Armenia and the altar one of the nicest in Armenia.
Now ever trip has a couple of special stories that put a smile on your face. On this day half way up the hill there was a young man who was selling his paintings. His work is amazing. I wish I could have bought everyone of them and brought them home instead I picked the one that stood out the most to me, a vibrant painting of three poppies. Dad also bought a painting of a red pomegranite for my sister.
While we were chatting with the artist and looking through his work an older man (85 years old) came over with a traditional ‘banjo’ and started to sing for us. What a happy man he was. He will always remain with me.
The song in the last video is actually quite funny, there was a young couple watching him and at this point in the song is says “you are young and in love and one day you will be old and in love with someone else”. BAH HA HA… sorry but I laugh each time I watch this clip.
By the way, I Googled ‘old man with banjo armenia’ guess who showed up? He’s famous!
NOTE: I corrected the spelling of Arayik’s name to Araik. He spells it without a ‘Y’.

Day 8 – Khor Virap & Echmiadzin Part II

September 28, 2011

Our next stop was Vagharshapat, 18 km west of Yerevan, better known as Ejmiatsin in Eastern Armenian and Echmiadzin in Western Armenian, to an Armenian this is their spiritual center, the Catholicos of All Armenians. Echmiadzin is the Armenian equivalent of the Vatican.

Mother Cathedral of Holy Echmiadzin

Echmiadzin Cathedral

Painted mural in the entrance of the Cathedral
The compound houses the Cathedral, a printing house, a seminary, a museum, tombs, a display of katchkars, dorms for the priests, and much more.

By late afternoon we were back at Arayik’s home and had a late lunch. After a short rest dad headed to a local printer with Arayik to discuss the printing of the Eastern Armenian tracks locally. A later post will have more information and details about this.

I stayed behind and had a wonderful visit with Nelli and her sister Lili. In a short time the 3 of us have bonded and were able to share experiences and talk openly about difficulties we had been through and how God was always there to help us.
Arayik and Nelli’s daughter, Leia, has been singing folk songs in an ensemble since the age of 12, at the time she was the youngest. She invited me to join her at a folk song concert in downtown Yerevan. I was interested in going because I’ve never had exposure to our Armenian songs and music. I was not disappointed. It was a colorful event.
As much as I enjoyed the entertainment on stage I was also enjoying what was happening around me. At one point a dozen spectators were up and dancing traditional dances and then there were a group of young soldiers up in the balconies dancing as well. All in all it was a fun way to wrap up a busy day.

Day 8 – Khor Virap & Echmiadzin

September 25, 2011

One of the most visited sites in Armenia is Khor Virap (meaning ‘deap dungeon’). The monastery is quite close to the neutral zone between Armenia and Turkey. 

Khor Virap is where Grigor Luisavorich (St Gregory the Illuminator) was imprisoned for 13 years in an underground chamber before he cured King Trdt III of a disease. This was the start of Armenia becoming the first nation to embrace Christianity as a state religion, the year was 301.

The view of Mt Ararat is breathtaking from the top of the Monastery. The clouds dispersed long enough to be able to see it fully.

On the way up you can buy a dove, make a wish and release the dove. We saw this at a couple of our stops. Dad held a couple for the picture and then gave them back and gave the guy some change.

The details in the stone work have just amazed me and the architecture is something to behold.
How many feet have stepped here?

It’s time for me to get ready for church. Dad is preaching at the Armenian Brotherhood Church in Yerevan. We have a full day ahead of us and tomorrow we head home. Please pray for those who will be in church this morning.

I will do my best to finish up the post for Day 8 before heading to bed tonight. And as I promised will continue to post after getting back home.

Day 7 – Heart Break Part II

September 24, 2011
We continued on to visit Garni Temple about 32 km south-east of Yerevan. The Garni Temple is a pagan temple used even to this date by those who still follow the pagan rituals of their ancestors who were Zoroastrians.
Outside the temple gates vendors are selling their wares. One of those is Arlet, dad met her in 2008 during his first vist. She and her daughter Anahid live right across of the gates to the Garni Temple and are Gregorian Orthodox.
They invited us in for coffee and a visit. They have a beautiful ‘akey’ garden in Armenian. Anahid is a professor of Economics and when she is not teaching in the university she helps her mother harvest the fruits of the trees in their garden and make homemade breads and jams to sell to tourists and visitors to the Garni Temple.
Our next stop in Garni was at a restaurant for tourists run by Mr. X you would never know this place was here unless you went with a local. The land once belonged to his grandfather and his father built the house that the family lives in today. They have a great set-up, there is fresh sturgeon brought in and live in a large tank, you can pick the one you want and they will cook it for you. they also have a demonstration of how ‘lavash’ used to be baked.
Here’s dad enjoying lavash wrapped around a handful of fresh parsely.

Mr. X has worked hard to make this a place that tour groups will want to stop at and recommend, unfortunately he has been approached on many occasions with threats and being told to sell and leave. He is a threat to other businesses. He recently received a fine that is approximately $30,000 CAD an impossible amount for him to come up with. He is waiting to go to court to fight the fine but he knows that he it is in vain. This is not an isolated situation there are many more stories that can be told of corruption in Armenia.
I walked away with angry tears, not being able to speak. This should not be allowed. We take too much for granted in North America.
In 2008, dad met Artur an amazing artist and his home was our next stop. This time his wife Anahid and son Narik were there as well. We arrived as they were seating for lunch. Anahid quickly brought plates and cutlery for us. It is amazing at how hospitable Armenians are. They want to share what little they have.
Anahid, Narik, dad and Artur
Artur’s home is filled with his art work. I had such a difficult time dragging my eyes away from his paintings. They belong in a museum I cannot begin to describe his work. He paints landscapes, animals, still life and people.
Artur gifted dad with a painting of Yerevan.
My favorite painting is the one right behind my dad.
Narik, Artur’s son, is 15 years and is the Armenian heavy weight boxing champion for his age group. He recently placed third in Europe. He is training for another event in Russia in one month’s time. He was such a humble and quiet young man.
Narik with his medals
Our last stop of the day was in Jora to visit Arayik’s cousin’s family. His family members are unbelievers. They were open to hear the Word of God and to take a tract each.
His cousin’s son Krikor (25 years old) has accepted Christ as his Saviour and had been given a New Testament. He needs our prayers, after coming back from serving in the Army he went to Russia to work and certain events caused mental disturbances.
Arayik gave him one of the Bible’s we bought the week before and asked to take a picture of him holding the Bible.
Arayik and Krikor
Their daughter’s father-in-law was there with one of his grandchildren, his story is a sad one. His wife died three months ago after a horrible car accident at the age of 46. She left behind 3 sons (ages 26, 24 & 21), 2 daughters-in-law and four grandchildren. The man, also named Krikor, needs our prayers. As most families in Armenia many generations live together, in his case all his sons, their wives and children live with him. He is a soft spoken man who you could see loved his grandchild very much.
Kriko, Hatchik (Ana’s husband) and dadeek (Hatchik’s mother)
While we were there a neighbour came by to visit. She is a believer and has been baptized but had a very angry look on her face. Arayik asked her why she looked so angry. She sighed and replied ‘I’m tired.’ He kept at her telling her that as a believer she should smile and rejoice. She would smile and then her face slipped back to that angry look.
As we were leaving she asked if she too could have a Bible. Well, will wonders never cease the change in this woman was instantaneous. She was grinning from ear-to-ear and singing praises at the top of her voice. This is what our trip is all about.

Day 7 – Heart Break

September 22, 2011

Wednesday, Sep 21 was truly a day where all the emotions that have been bottled up inside started to surface. I have heard many stories and seen many pictures of the Armenian people. My people. My countrymen. My brothers and sisters. Seeing them with my own eyes and hearing the stories with my own ears has been very different.

My posts have mostly been a summary of our days, I have not been able to express to you my innermost feelings. Not because I do not want to but because I cannot. When we get back to the ‘Hueranotz’ (hotel) I have not been able to deal with my feelings. They are too raw, too fresh.

I do know though that I want to share the story of these amazing people and if you are interested I will do so once I am home. I will tell their individual stories one-by-one.

On this day we got an early start to visit the Garni Temple and Geghard Monastery on the way we stopped at the Ararat (Charench) Arch. This great arch was erected to give the visitor the perfect view of Mt Ararat.  Noah’s ark came to rest of the tip of Mt Ararat and it is truly a national symbol for the Armenians. It is now within the Turkish borders but still considered by Armenians as their own. No matter where you are in Yerevan you can see the tip on a clear day.

From here we continued the drive up the mountain (for those who may not know Armenia is a very mountaineous country) to Geghard Monastery built in the 4th century. It is partly carved out of the side of a mountain and later the main cathedral was built in the 12th century. The path leading up to the monastery is lined by vendors selling souvenirs and snacks (sweet ‘sujukh’, lavash (bread) and gata).

These carvings are ‘khachkar‘ which means ‘stone-cross’. No two carvings are alike.

To be contd: Garni Temple, watching lavash being made and visitations.

Day 6 – Day of Rest

September 21, 2011

We have been on the go since we got here. With the change in time plus all the traveling and visiting we have been doing dad decided that we would stay at the hotel to rest and let me catch up with my posts and my personal business back home.

We took a walk around the neighbourhood and as we neared the hotel we got a call (a borrowed cell phone that is only in Russian) from Pastor Hovhannes. Since his church is only a few minutes walk from the hotel we walked down the hill and had a nice visit with him and his wife, Shake (pronounced Sha-ke).

Since the cost of shipping Armenian tracts to Armenia is extremely expensive dad had Arayik and Pastor Hovhannes ask their contacts how much it would cost to print in Armenia. We found out that for 50,000 tracts it will cost $800 CAD a fraction of the cost to ship.

We wanted to make sure that the wording was correct and the Armenians here could understand what was being said so we asked Hovhannes to read it through.

The following two pictures are of Hovhannes reading the tract “What Are You Searching For?” in Eastern Armenian. The reason you see his wife smiling is because Hovhannes was reading it with such gusto and ferver very loudly.


We ended the day with a simple meal at the hotel next door to ours. While we were at dinner there was thunderstorm but it ended just as we were settling our bill. The walk back to our hotel was nice and fresh.
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