VOLUMINA LUMINIS

A Father: My boy, listen to me. I’ve brought you to this grave to teach something. 

Boy: Yes, dad. What is it? 

A Father: This man you see here tormented me all my life. But he was not a hypocrite because then he’d be like the Pharisees. 

Boy: You mean the ones that killed Jesus Christ? 

A Father: Yes. He was not like them, for that would be saying too much. He was a clown. 

Boy: Can I spit on his grave? 

A Father: yes, of course. You know why? 

Boy: Why? 

A Father: Because you beat him. You were born through me and won the victory of life, and now he’s dead. 

Boy: We can pee on it together, dad. 

A Father: Yes, we can. 

Here is a principle to live by and remind yourself upon arising every morning: those who live on foreign soil to their true country of origin are in a war zone where justice is not presumed but a gift, if at all. Wake up and don’t cry out for justice, for if you were fighting in the trenches, you would not be complaining about justice upon having a fort invaded, but about your failure to compete. Of course, there may be a time when a cop puts you behind bars, as to the apostles, or even kill you by a bullet, however the war is covert till the very end. 

For the virgin, entering heaven requires something like eating ice cream that is melting quickly. It’s a challenge, a real one. To complete it really quickly and not make a mess. For others who engage in sexual immorality, entering heaven requires something like attaining the metal of honor after a long and arduous war that requires you to survive and also to win the victory. 

Fight until the fat lady dies, 

and kill her before she sings. 

And win before she dies. 

There once was a man who was gifted, muscular, smarter than the rest, holy, virtuous, Christian, kind. He was unrecognized.   

When he shared his gifts, they said, he’s not smart, when he shared his musculature, they said he’s not holy. When he shared his virtues, they said he’s not gifted. Finally, the manhood of this individual stared into the face of the buffoons and lesser inferior people and men.   

Oh, he has a manhood issue, that’s why he’s sharing all this, One said.   

Meanwhile, he laughed as he simply was showing the graces he acquired, the mastery in his life, the strength of his self so that people would know and that he could marry well!

God is not bad but one may be blessed in saying he is rather than running in circles in philosophical forays to avoid the expression of the truth the heart may see in the moment. 

If you believe he’s bad, then you’re a dummy, because you’re still alive and haven’t killed yourself. 

The funniest thing, or rather the most bizarre circumstance, or queer occurrence (i.e. archaic meaning of queer) is when a dumb man thinks he’s smarter than another who is a genius. It’s a head scratcher. How did that happen? 

Imagine David saying he’s taller than Goliath… Or a child saying he’s older than an elderly man… it’s queer…

Why do people hear things and just believe them? 

Life is a war zone due to bad doctors and cops; however, the war is covert and unrecognized publicly making attacks by civilians impossible and seen as violence. 

After every man has had sexual relations with every woman, the church put the stipulation that there is no longer any premarital sex allowed! Can you believe it?

Then they told the only virgin not to as well. 

Search history and see that many major non-European, anti-Christian rulers who fought against multitudes of nations conspicuously died of an itsy bitsy fever. From Saladin to Genghis Khan to Timur and many others! How is it possible? Could it be that this is the cultural norm for raiders of Christian people's? To cover up the possibly gruesome and humiliating deaths of their leaders with weakness to a common cold? 

St. Nersess is a Lord. His hymns possessing a grandeur that breaks the barriers of any heart expanding it to the majesty and power and worthiness of the face of God before his very throne.