"Are you awake?"
Dad replies, "Well, you are now, you're talking with me."
Sigh... this is my doing I told him that I probably would be awake early since I am every other day. I didn't take into account the change in time and that I would only fall asleep at 4 a.m. local time. So dad called at 7 a.m. to let me know that he was up and whenever I was ready we'd head for breakfast.
A quick shower and I was ready to face the day. Don't let me fool you my brain was in a fog for the first half of the day.
After breakfast we met with Arayik, our local missionary, he is such a servant of the Lord. He has given his life to the Lord's work. We chatted for a while catching up on local happenings and passing along your greetings. Arayik will be our guide during our stay. I am looking forward to getting to know him and his Armenia.
Our first stop was The Armenian Brotherhood Church of Yerevan to visit with Pastor Hovhaness Halladjian, Pastor Hovhaness started this church 13 years ago. Here is a pastor who knows what it means to be a servant and shepherd. He speaks Armenian, Greek, English and Turkish. If you understand Armenian you can listen to his sermons and his singing on his church website. Dad will be teaching at their Christian Leadership Center on Saturday, Sep 24 and will also be preaching on Sunday, Sep 25. We had great fellowship over a tasty meal of kebab.
|left to right: Arayik, dad and Hovhaness|
|left to right: dad, me, Hovhaness and Dadik (Grandma in Armenian)|
|left to right: Susannah the Bible Society representative in Yerevan, Arayik and dad|
|Getting our flat repaired|
|left to right: Leia, dad, me, Arayik, Nellie|
Food. Food. Food. Armenians are known for their hospitality. Within minutes of your arrival food and drink is placed in front of you. Dikranouhi was so excited to finally meet the little girl in the picture she has of me where I am sitting on my dad's shoulders. Hey! I was a year old and at the time I could still sit on dad's shoulders.
I could hear the table groaning under the weight of the food. I dared not look away without Dikranouhi putting some food on my plate. That is also very typical of Armenians here. Guests get their food served by the hostess, it's an honor. And I was honored. Very honored. This hospitality is missing in North America. I want to bring that back with me. This is a tradition that I want to pass on to my children.
|left to right: Vahag, Dikranouhi, Marianne|
Dikranouhi is my dad's cousin and Vahag is her son and Marianne her daughter-in-law
|left to right: Sonia, Hovig, dad and me|
Hovig is dad's cousin (Dikranouhi's sister) and Sonia is his youngest daughter
Tomorrow we will be meeting Arayik in the morning and continuing our visits.