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Three Apples: An Armenian Christmas Gift to a Traveler
You press the record button on your camera and through the viewfinder see the relic, an ancient spear bathing in golden light. You zoom in, pushing past its glass casing, and you realize you are inches away from the object that Christ felt tearing open his body.
You don’t know why, but at this one moment in your history, the thought of the spear’s existence, knowing you are looking at an objec
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My culture is my faith
Our religion could vanish our fate
There are many Christians around
We share the same religion
Can we share with them the same faith?
Hence to say,
“My Culture is My Religion…My Faith.”
Paul, your words continue to inspire me. Thanks again for sharing your profound thoughts.
This was a great reflection, thanks for sharing. One small question. You said “You’ve always questioned the devotion of your people to a religion that resulted in their repeated defeats, victimization, and attempted mass annihilation…” I believe that, although being Christian may have been a cause for some of our persecution, more often it gave meaning to our difficult existence and redeems it through the death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ…