Less than a year after they started their courtship, my mother, an Armenian from Jerusalem, and my father, an Armenian from Musa Dagh, got married in St. Paul’s Armenian Apostolic Church in Anjar #Lebanon.
My brother and I were both christened in the same church.
More than thirty years later, I delivered the eulogy at my father’s funeral in that church.
That church holds a lot of memories.
As most churches do.
Armenia is known as the “land of churches.”
I hope to visit them all one day.
But, I may not get to visit some of the churches in the Armenian enclave of Nagorno Karabagh because they are being targeted and destroyed by bombs and drones in a vicious attack by Azerbejian.
Whether you hold any religious or spiritual respect for a church, at least have care for the history they hold as some of them date back over a thousand years.
Help me raise awareness for the war against Armenia and demand peace.