2,000 years of glorious history
The church has always dominated the Armenian Jerusalem landscape. Throughout its
troubled history, it has always been the priestly brotherhood that has provided the
Armenians with the impetus and inspiration to forge ahead. Priests invented the Armenian
alphabet, they were in the vanguard of armies on the march, they gave Jerusalem its first
printing press and its first photographic studio, they copied and illustrated manuscripts,
their convent sheltered the battle- scarred flock in the Old City of Jerusalem.
The
ranks
of
the
Armenian
clergy
have
traditionally
been
refurbished
by
infusions
from
neighboring
countries:
Syria
and
Lebanon
before
the
1967
six
day
war,
and
recently
the
motherland.
No
candidates
for
the
priesthood
are
accepted from the local community.
The
aspirants
are
housed
in
a
seminary
endowed
by
American
Armenian
philanthropist
Alex
Manougian.
Some
of
them
come
from
distant
villages
in
the
mountains
of
Turkish
Armenia,
bearing
outlandish
names
that
have
no
connection
with
their
ancestors
and
hardly
knowing
a
word
of
Armenian.
Some
come
seeking
a
refuge
and
a
haven
from
the
endless
battles
in
and
around
the
Middle
East,
leaving
behind
friends
and
families,
dreaming
of
the
day
they
will
be
invested
with
the
"veghar"
(the
unique,
cone-shaped
Armenian
churchmen's
head-dress)
and
have
the
right
to
call
themselves
Vartabed
(literally, teacher).
In
preparing
young
men
for
the
priesthood,
the
Armenian
Patriarchate
fulfils
an
indispensable
role
in
the
service
of
the
Armenian
church:
while
some
of
the
priests
ordained
in
Jerusalem
remain
to
serve
St
James,
others
are
sent
overseas
to
fill
vacancies
that
arise
in
the
ranks
of
clergy
serving
diaspora
churches
which
rely
primarily
on
Jerusalem
for
resupply.
The
seat
of
the
Armenian
Patriarchate
in
Jerusalem,
a
member
of
the
troika
of
"guardians"
of
the
Holy
Places
along
with
the
Greek
Patriarchate
and
Latin
Custodia,
is
located
in
the
convent
of
St
James,
named
after
the
cathedral
there.
The
compound
also
provides
accommodation
for
pilgrims
who
come
to
the
Holy
City
in
quest
of
spiritual
rejuvenation
and
reaffirmation
of
their
faith,
transforming
Jerusalem into a boundless fount of faith for generations.
As
I
tread
the
cobble
stoned
alleys
of
the
Convent,
I
am
taken
back
more
than
a
thousand
years
into
the
distant,
idyllic
past
of
my
forefathers
who
laid
down
the
foundation
stone
of
our present existence, for all generations to come.
The
convent
itself
occupies
the
southwestern
corner
of
the
Old
City
and
is
situated
on
the
site
of
the
encampment
of
the
Xth
Legion
of
Rome
which
was
to
storm
the
Jewish
Zealot
stronghold
at
Masada.
Together
with
its
adjoining
outcrop,
the
Armenian
Quarter,
which
skirts
the
northern
edge
of
the
Convent,
the
Armenian
compound
was
once
home
to
over
25,000 people at its peak.
When
you
first
enter
through
the
huge
iron
gate
of
the
convent,
you
come
face
to
face
with
an
ancient
marble
water
fountain,
which
was
placed
there
centuries
ago
to
provide
a
cool,
refreshing
drink
for
pilgrims,
in
compliance
with
the
customs
of
Middle
Eastern
hospitability.
[The
fountain
is
dry
now,
the
introduction
of
running
water
to
the
homes
of
Jerusalem residents sometime during the British Mandate, making it redundant].
Behind
and
above
the
fountain,
a
marble
plaque
embedded
in
the
wall
and
engraved
in
flowing
Arabic
script,
proclaims
the
privileged
status
of
the
Armenian
Patriarchate,
and
calls
down
horrendous
curses
on
the
heads
of
those
who
would
violate
these
privileges,
granted
by the Mameluke Sultan Chaqmaq.
A
few
paces
away,
to
the
left,
is
another
ancient
iron
gate
that
leads
to
the
vestibule
of
the
Cathedral
of
St
James.
A
magnificent
edifice
that
ranks
as
one
of
the
most
awe-inspiring
in
all
of
the
Middle
East,
the
Cathedral
is
bedecked
with
centuries-old
"gantegh"s
(oil
lamps),
dangling
from
the
soaring
vault,
and
tallow
candies
dotting
the
three
altars.
The
oil
lamps
are
still
in
use
today,
lovingly
tended
by
altar
boys
who
replenish
them
with
pure
olive
oil
at
regular
intervals.
The
candles,
made
by
the
Patriarchate's
own
candle-maker,
try
vainly
to
dispel
the
elemental
darkness
that
pervades
the
church
and
that
impart
mystical
significance to Armenian church rites.
This
mystical
presence
has
been
graphically
expressed
by
an
Armenian
poet
who
speaks
thus
of
the
ambience
of
Armenian
churches:
"Gay
rainbow
sunlight
[cascading
down
a
high
dindow] . . . golden threads entwined in mists of velvet incense . . ."
The
Cathedral,
which
has
been
built
on
the
site
of
the
tombs
St
James
the
Lord's
brother
and
St
James
the
Lesser,
has
in
the
past
also
served
as
a
bomb
shelter.
During
the
1948
Arab-
Israeli
war,
the
only
sanctuary
from
the
daily
bombardment
of
the
city
that
Armenians
could
find
was
within
the
solid,
reassuring
confines
of
their
Cathedral,
with
its
one-meter
thick
walls.
During
one
particularly
memorable
night,
over
1,000
shells
of
all
kinds,
including
the
dreaded
mortar,
landed
on
and
around
the
Cathedral
-
but
no
single
casualty
did
they
claim.
Many
believers
would
later
swear
that
they
had
seen
a
mysterious
figure,
dressed
in
white,
standing
vigil
on
the
roof
of
the
Cathedral,
and
with
his
hands
warding
off
the
shower
of
missiles. It was none other than St James, believers assert.
At
the
entrance
to
the
Cathedral,
a
large
plaque
marks
the
site
of
the
grave
of
Jerusalem's
94th
Armenian
Patriarch,
the
late
Archbishop
Guregh
Israelian.
One
of
the
city's
most
popular
and
charismatic
men
of
the
cloth,
Israelian
died
in
1949
of
a
broken
heart,
after
witnessing
the
intolerable
sufferings
of
his
war-ravaged
flock,
caught
in
the
crossfire
between
the
Arab
and
Jewish
armies.
More
than
once,
he
would
cradle
in
his
own
arms
the
shrapnel-shredded
body
of
an
Armenian
who
had
been
the
latest
casualty
in
the
unrelenting
war, his eyes brimming with tears.
I
remember
the
day
an
uncle
of
my
father
and
another
distant
relative
were
blown
up
by
a bomb as they stepped outside the church.
Israelian was visibly shaken as he came to share our pain with us.
"If
you
step
outside
your
house
and
there
is
a
wild
dog
there,
it
will
bite
you,"
he
said
to
us. "Those bombs are like wild dogs - keep away from them, stay inside," he pleaded.
Another
lonely,
unpretentious
grave
sits
forlornly
under
an
archway
a
few
paces
away,
at
the
other
end
of
the
vestibule.
This
one
is
the
last
resting
place
of
Jerusalem's
first
Armenian
Patriarch, Abraham, a contemporary of Saladin.
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