Thoughts

When I was a young curious girl all I ever wanted was to grow up just so I could take my own decisions. Back then I wished for a fast forward button on time. As time passed and I grew and am still growing all what i’m discovering is that as you grow everything else grows with you. You don’t just grow physically and mentally, you also grow aware of the responsibilities that are growing at a faster rate than everything else. You realize that time is racing before your eyes and that all you have to do is to adapt to each and every stage of your own time called “life”.

As they say, each and every stage of life has its special touch. We are introduced to this world and from that moment our race with time starts. At first, it seems to be really slow because during the early stage of life others fill in our time. Gradually we get to understand what is time’s value and we start managing it. That’s when we start prioritizing, making lists, and following agendas. As we grow up we start a rather fond relationship with time. We try to enjoy every moment and that’s when we start to make “bucket” lists and say YOLO. When we pass adolescence we realize that we really do only live once and to make that once worthwhile we need to work hard. Meanwhile life starts striking us with opportunities, failures, successes,  troublesome days, and many other good and bad obstacles. Such obstacles slow us down against our race. At some point time becomes the enemy and all we want to do is to slow it down. But is time really the enemy? OR is it a magic potion to heal wounds (as some might believe)? Well to cut things short, time for me is a great teacher –  a teacher that challenges you, makes you work harder and harder to reach your goal, teaches you about the reality you live in, helps you grow out of your miseries, and learn from your mistakes.

Life is dynamic and time goes on… all that it takes is for us to be ready for the race and to grab each and every lesson we can from the best teacher of all times “time”.

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Badanyats Camp 2016 – Reflections

Before talking about the camp I would like to step behind and tell you how I ended up as an “oknagan leader”. Believe it or not at first I rejected Datev’s request to serve as a leader. I couldn’t accept because I had already registered 2 courses for my summer semester. To be honest I wanted to both finish the courses and serve as a camp leader. From the very first day of the semester my courses were cancelled because the number of students attending the classes were less than 8. I was really frustrated because for my last semester I will have to take 6 courses (out of which 4 are really tough courses). For a complete week I got mad, my stress controlled me, and I just prayed for God to help me as I go through this period. Eventually I realized that instead of stressing over the cancelled courses I could use my free time to serve in a DVBS. I asked around if they needed anybody but unfortunately I was bit late all the DVBS-s had enough leaders. As I was thinking of ways to fill my empty schedule, I remembered Datev’s request of serving as a leader for the Badanyats Camp and so I grabbed my phone immediately and asked him if I could still serve. Gladly, he accepted and introduced me to the group of leaders who had already met several times to prepare for the camp.

Honestly it was really weird for me to see myself as a Badanyats Camp leader. I was a badany 4 years ago but now I had to be an actual leader! I was really worried and nervous since I had never worked with teens. I had worked with Sunday School Children but teenagers?! I started thinking things like: “Am I really ready to lead teenagers?”, “What would teenagers think of me as a new leader?”, “Would I really make a difference?”, “Would I be able to share my faith with them?”, “Would I be able to help them as they snap out from the self-centeredness/escapism/stress?”… At the same time I prayed and asked God to use me, to show me what I can do and use it for a purpose greater than myself.

From the very first day of the camp I knew deep inside that there was a reason for me to attend the camp. 78 teenagers entered KCHAG each with a purpose in mind. Their eyes were filled with curiosity and their warm smiles comforted me. After the worship the leaders were introduced via a snap-video, then I had to lead the Ice-breaking Games alongside Lori. Contrary to what I thought the badanies really enjoyed the games, got introduced to each other, and we all had a good laugh! I tried to socialize and to get to know badanies from different youth groups. I can still remember my first awkward meeting with a group of girls. I just sat beside them and asked for their names, their hobbies, whether or not they had siblings, the countries they had traveled to, and so on…

Early in the morning the leaders met and we discussed about the daily schedule. Everyday badanies had the opportunity to worship and praise God, to learn about Him, to play fun games, to learn about something new (through the workshops), and to socialize. Together we discussed about snapping out from escapism, stress, self-centeredness, and finally to ask God to snap out. The badanies were reminded the following:

• God created us in His own image. Each and every individual is unique with all his/her flaws and imperfections. It is normal for us as human beings to escape from who we are. Nobody wants the other to see his/her flaws and that’s exactly what social media profiles are promoting (to hide your true self and to create a profile others want to see). Jesus was transparent. He didn’t hide His identity although everybody mocked Him. Instead He removed some people’s masks and revealed their true selves.

• We need to snap out from our anger and stress. Stress causes disharmony, intensifies our fears, and controls us such that we act contrary to who we really are. God’s strength is revealed through our weaknesses.

• Narcissism or self-centeredness VS self-worth. It is important to take care of ourselves, our bodies, our minds, etc.… We need to make sure to snap out from the thought that we are the center of the universe. Love yourself but remember to share your love with others as well since after all our God is Love.

• It is normal for us to fight with God. We usually tend to think that we know what’s best for us and when God does the opposite we get frustrated. Just like any other relationship, to keep it solid we need to communicate with Him even if that means to actually fight with Him. Finally, God is moved by faith and not by need.

The discussions nourished our faith and to put our faith into action we had the chance to serve the Trad DVBS children. The badanies were really excited and they worked hard to prepare fun activities for the children. The event was a success! The children enjoyed a lot and their warm smiles were a proof. In addition to the discussions we had prayer periods where badanies had to use their 5 senses to get closer to God.

Furthermore, the badanies had the chance to play various games such as Army 101, Muddy Games, Murder Mystery, Jeopardy, and Pokémon Go. The games required physical strength, general knowledge, analytical skills, teamwork, and sportsmanship. Throughout the days I had the chance to chat with some badanies and to get to know them more. I shared with some of them about my relationship with God and how my faith gave me strength every step of the way. I loved (continue to love them) them more and more as the days went by. I felt blessed as I saw talented, curious, friendly, and fun badanies all gathered in KCHAG.

The highlight of the camp was the Nvirman Period. As we, the leaders, stood in a circle I remembered the day I took the decision to be a member of God’s family. I couldn’t stop crying as Badanies approached us and hugged us as we sang worship songs. My eyes were filled with tears of happiness as I knew God was celebrating with us. With His wide arms He embraced each and every badany as we prayed for them.

   Oh Lord, I pray that you hold their hands and guide them as they go on their journey to know you more. Dear God, please let them feel your love and let them sense your presence in every step of the way. Help them to snap out from whatever is holding them to come closer to you. May your strength appear in their weaknesses and may you bless them and their families. I pray that their decisions would be put into action and they would be filled with your love and hope. In the name of the leaders I pray that you give us the wisdom we need to guide your children and bring them close to you oh Lord. I pray this in Jesus Christ’s Holy name, Amen.

 

  Finally, I thank God for giving me the opportunity to attend the camp, meet the lovely badanies, make friends, and to get even closer with Him.

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Stereotyping Students and Majors

Graduating high-school is one thing but choosing a university and a major is a whole different story. People expect from 18 years-old to choose their “destiny”, which is ironic because they don’t really know how to make decisions. Since they have no idea what to choose, society has already made a list for them. Before getting started students are already categorized according to their grades. So it goes like this…

  • Students that have an average of 85 and above: They are kind of destined to be doctors, engineers, biologists, chemists, mathematicians, physicists, programmers, university instructors, and all the other sophisticated highly intellectual majors that you can think of. If society had the ability to talk it would sound like: “Hey kid you got A+ grades, you have invested your time during your school years, your parents have invested their money; so it is about time you choose something appropriate of your intellectual level and that would get you enough money so that you and your parents would have a win-win situation.” If students of this category choose any other major they are either immature, stupid or have really bad guidance. It’s like giving up on a blessing for heavens sake! You have the analytical mind and the high level intelligence so? this is your thing.
  • Students that have an average between 80 and 85: Well, luckily they have more opportunities!  They could either be interior designers, architects, pharmacists, medical lab assistants, psychiatrists and the list goes on… Society views this category as a category which was almost close to the “peak” but that hasn’t reached it. Students of this category are quite lost since their labels are not that clear. They could be upgraded to the first category or they would just be downgraded.
  • Students that have an average between 70 and 80: They don’t really know how they got into this category but they’re glad they did eventually. Knowing that they are just above the passing category, then at this point the majors of the business school shine! You need to do something simple so why won’t you study about selling 2 bags of potato chips and 3 bottles of juice?! Simple is your thing and you just can’t go beyond 1+1=2.
  • Students that have an average between 60 and 70: OK so now that they made it, they don’t really care that much what major to choose. Anything will do! from teaching elementary kids some maths to ending up being an arts and crafts teacher. They don’t really have that much choices… You barely passed, thus you barely have 2 or 3 choices. Deal with it.

Ugly truth huh? Well this is almost how society categorizes and stereotypes students and  majors. Each and every major has its challenges and difficulties and it has to do nothing with the categories you belong in as mentioned above. These categories are actually pathetic, you could do anything that you want to do. Your grades are not standards and the rumors about your major are not good indicators of the choice you will make. You could always choose a major and then broaden your horizon of knowledge by taking minors or just by self-education.

    It’s not like when you’re majoring in Armenian literature you wouldn’t know how to solve an equation. Majoring in engineering and mathematics wouldn’t make you any better. Majoring in chemistry wouldn’t make you a white coat-ed geek who knows nothing about the world except his/her reactants and products. Majoring in marketing wouldn’t make you a talkative manipulative person who would do anything to sell you his/her product. Majoring in English literature wouldn’t mean becoming the next Shakespeare. Majoring in business is definitely not studying about selling bags of chips or any other thing ( trust me on this) .

Wake up people! You could be anything as long as you have control of your mind and your free will. You could make wonders if you just go beyond the stereotypes of the society and the labels that people attach to each and everything.

Take me as an example: I’m an A+ scientific student, majoring in Finance but at the same time I love to write, I adore Intercultural studies, I tutor biology/chemistry/math, and finally I love to go beyond the frame in which society tries to label my major.

1995 – 2015

       Some people believe that I over-dramatize my birthday and that I make a big deal out of it but for me April 25 will always be my favorite time of the year. It is that time of the year during which I examine myself and see where I stand compared to the previous year. Yes! It’s quite important for me this date, because it is on this day that God blessed me with the best gift ever.. “Life”. On this special day God blessed me with a unique body and personality. Furthermore, April 25 marks the first time I felt my mom’s heartbeat, the first time I saw my parents, the first time I breathed, and the first time I cried. It is on this day that my eyes saw the beauty of life, my ears heard my mom saying “Thank God my little angel is born”, my hands felt my fathers hard-working tough fingers, my body felt the warmth of my mom’s love and my heart started beating faster and faster as i got excited to see my brother and sister.

     Every single year on this day a wave of joy surrounds me and 2015 was more than I expected! Here I am after 20 years surrounded by some lovely friends, my adorable Sunday School children, my beautiful nieces, my one of a kind family, and by people who love and respect me. This year I realized that as much as life seems to be cruel and unfair, at the same time it just keeps on surprising us. Throughout this 20 years life has taught me that no matter what it will eventually be good. As long as there exists within me the seeds of love, respect, faith and kindness that my parents have placed within me I shall pass the thorns, grab the rays of sunshine or the drops of rain, enjoy the rainbows and grow

     Thank you for all who have made my first 2 decades of life amazing !

What is Easter all about?

   For some Easter is all about colored eggs, bunnies and chicks for others it is a day off. Even for some Christians Easter has become just another day to dress up, go to the church and take photos. What is Easter then? Is it the time of the year when mothers make ma3moul and ka3ek? Is it about watching “The Passion of the Christ” for the 100th time? Is it a holiday “for kids”?

   Well Easter for me is a reminder and a wake-up call for believers and non-believers. Easter reminds us that God’s love is unconditional and that through Jesus He gave humanity a second chance. After Adam and Eve’s sin people’s sin developed like a snowball, growing day after day as humanity started falling from the top of the hill to the unknown future. God gave his only son Jesus for people to remember his unconditional love and to be saved from theirs sins. Jesus, who came to save his people was instead mocked, tortured, betrayed and crucified by them. But God’s love endured all the pain and so Jesus conquered the grave and saved us from our sins. With Jesus we are now able to reconcile our relationship with God.

    Nowadays I feel like we are no better than the people who crucified Jesus Christ. With our sins and wrongdoings we crucify him and hurt him every single day. We should wake-up and ask ourselves “What are we doing with our second chance?”. Going to the church is just shutting up our subconscious but is it enough? Is it enough to just go and sit there and try to listen to what it is being said? The church is where people gather in the name of God, so as you go to the church think of it like the place where the word of God comes alive and touches your heart and soul. Clarify your mind and let the words of God bring you closer to Him.

   Finally I just want to say that Easter is not a kids’ holiday but is a holiday during which we all should triumph for our Christ conquered death and saved us from our sins! Hallelujah!

Christ the Lord is risen, He is risen Indeed

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Living on a Branch of an Armenian Family-Tree

Name: Angie
Family Name: Kirejian
Nationality: Lebanese with an Armenian origin
Religion: Armenian Orthodox

           This is more or less what my ID card reveals about me, but is this enough? Do these facts reveal my true identity? Well surely not. The information stated above doesn’t reflect my family tree’s roots, so how can it reveal what’s it like to live on a branch of my big family. To better understand what living in an Armenian family is and to better understand the roots of the tree I belong to I will be discussing about each and every part of my family tree.

      It all started back in 1915; Movses Kirejian (Kirejian used to mean the people who worked at repairing the walls but we have no evidence of whether or not this craft was run in my ancestors) was saved from the dark and bloody plan of the Ottoman Empire which aimed at putting an end to the Armenian existence. At the age of 2, he was saved from the Ottomans thanks to the Italian forces that helped him to escape from the flames of torture of Der Zor. After forcefully leaving his home-place Ainteb and by the help of the Italians, he was brought to Nor Kugh in Syria where he and his family settled somehow but were unaware about the upcoming ugly truth. Well, maybe they knew that the Genocide won’t end soon but I’m sure that they were always hoping to return to their houses in Ainteb. Although the future was unknown and all the events weren’t on their side but they always hoped and their faith grew more and more for a brighter future. Movses’s family was composed of 9 members. He had 2 brothers and 5 sisters. And in order for them to survive, he had to work hard no matter what. The males of the family had to work in order for the family members to live a decent life and to be able to fully adapt to the living conditions of Syria. Movses worked hard first as “used clothing” seller, then through time his skills developed in ironing. After mastering his abilities and after many years of hard-work, Movses was able to open his own shop and to work as an ironer himself. His hard-work was gladly rewarded, and here we can clearly see how the Armenians were treated in Syria and how they were given chances to develop and prosper in various fields of crafts.

       Then, according to the Armenian customs it was the time for Movses to get married in order to be able to enlarge the Kirejian family and to keep the vessels of the family circulating. So, Movses got married to Nevart Vartanian, who was a Kilistsi who had escaped the Genocide and has settled in Syria in Nor Kyugh. Nevart in addition to her house chores, she helped her husband Movses in his ironing. Somehow their hard-work paid off and they got accustomed to the Syrian way of living, but unfortunately they still had no IDs. Once, they traveled to Lebanon for a wedding and at that time around 1939ies the Lebanese were providing the Armenians with Lebanese IDs so both Movses and Nevart took their Lebanese IDs and then they returned to their house in Nor Kyugh. Movses and Nevart took a very good decision, and took the Lebanese ID. That is, at least now they were regarded as citizens of a country. Their first child was Elizabeth, who was unfortunately born underdeveloped and was diagnosed by an abnormality. Elizabeth was born in 1937. Although she was physically disabled she always worked to sew beautiful pieces of crochet. After living a life full of health problems, she died at the age of 60 in Lebanon due to a sudden increase in her glycemia.

    Their second child was Azaduhi who was born in 1939. After graduating grade 6, Azaduhi used to work in a “Jizme” Factory in Nor Kyugh. After working in the factory for many years, she met Hagop Dermejian who was a worker in a cake-shop. Eventually they got married and had their first children in Nor Kyugh; Movses and Vartan around 1940-ies. Here we can clearly see the transmission of the names! The names Movses and Vartan would appear more than once in our family tree. They used to keep the names to preserve the family’s identity. In the early 60-ies, Azaduhi and Hagop immigrated by caravans to Armenia where they settled in Vanatsor/ Girovagan at around 1965. After their settlement, they had their 3rd and 4th children, Simon and Ani. After the Earthquake in Vanatsor in 1987-1988, the Armenian government provided them with a new house to live in.

   Nevart and Movses’s third child was Simon who was born in 1943. He first worked as a car-repairer in Syria with his younger brother Vartan. Then after his marriage to Kladis, he settled in Lebanon around 1971-1973, where he continued his car-repairing job to raise the money he needs to provide a good and a decent life to his own mother and his own family of three children; Harout, Nayri and Zepure. The fourth child of Nevart and Moses was Alice, who after marrying to Nigoghos Muradian (around 1958) who was a trader at that time and having her 2 children Verkine and Nigoghos joined her sister on her journey to Armenia. Alice settled in Charintsevan where she raised her 3 children and her husband worked day and night to provide them with everything they needed. After a long period of time living in Armenia, and after her children became responsible of their own affairs she traveled to USA to accompany her husband who used to work there at around 1980-ies.

    The last child of Moses and Nevart was Vartan Kirejian, my father, who was born in 1951. He lived his young ages in Nor Kyugh where he attended school till grade 6. In addition he used to serve the church as a “Sargavark”. He then started working as a car-repairer with his older brother in order to provide his mother with the money she needed to keep the family living not just any life but a decent and an honorable life. After many years of hard-work, Vartan traveled to Lebanon in 1973 where he continued his job and rented a house for himself and his family. During the civil war, Vartan worked hard and ensured his family with all the necessities. He didn’t only take care of his mother but he also took care of his disabled sister.
Vartan eventually got married to Arpine Demirjian in 1980, his close friend’s sister who used to live in Aleppo. Arpine Demirjian, my mother, the daughter of Anjelle Narkouzian and Antranig Demirjian was born in 1955. At the age of 2, she lost her mother who died after being poisoned. She lived her early years with her step mother Rosine Chorbajian. Luckily she was able to attend to school till grade 6, after which she used to work as a hair-dresser. Then, after her engagement to her brother’s friend Vartan in 1978 she settled in Lebanon where she got married in 1980. She lived her early years of marriage, taking care of her mother-in-law and sister-in-law and she never stopped looking after them until their eternal rest day. Arpine was the youngest child of Antranig Demirjian and Anjelle Narkouzian. Anjelle Narkouzian had 3 sisters and a brother, her father used to work in a cotton factory and she used to work at a “Jizme” factory. Anjelle got married to Antranig at a very early age. Antranig Demirjian was from Arapgir and he had witnessed the Armenian Genocide since he was born in 1912. His brothers, Hovhaness and Giragos were buried alive by the Ottoman soldiers underneath the snow in front of his mother Vartoug. Antranig was luckily saved from the claws of the Turks by hiding underneath a carpet and a soldier took him through Der Zor to Aleppo were he settled and lived. Antranig was a very well-known carpenter in Aleppo he used to work for the Fransiscan Hospital of the Sisters in Razi. After getting married to the young Anjelle, Antranig had his first child Garbis Demirjian in 1951, his second child Mari in 1953 and his last child from Anjelle was Arpine who was born in 1955. After the death of his beloved wife, he was lost at what decision to take, to send the children to the orphanage or not? He was really worried about whether or not the children could survive without a mother. But with the intervention of his godmother and godfather (Ardashes Habelian), Antranig decided to get married instead to Rosine Chorbajian. Rosine Chorbajian was from Ainteb; her father Yeghia Chorbajian was a very well-known Tashnag Leader/ “Fedayi” and French soldier in the 1930-ies. Rosine was a housewife; she didn’t really treat Antranig’s children very well and didn’t have any children from him.

    Concerning Antranig’s children; Garbis the first son of the family, attended school in Aleppo till grade 6 and then later on worked during his early ages in the car-repairing industry. In 1971 he traveled to Lebanon where he searched for a job to work, but unfortunately the civil war broke out and he escaped the war through a fake ID and traveled to France where he worked for a year but the French didn’t provide him with an ID so he returned back to Lebanon in 1979 where after 3 years he got kidnapped by the Lebanese Forces and was later on saved through a bribe. In 1980 he got married to Madeline in Aleppo and he settled in Aleppo in 1987. Garbis has 2 children Anto (1981) and Khajag Demirjian (1987). Antranig’s second child was Mary Demirjian (1953), who used to hate living in Aleppo and always wanted to go abroad. In her early ages she used to work as a nurse but then at the age of 17 she traveled to France where an arranged marriage was set for her. So she got married to Richard Anemian, who was a steel-worker, in 1972. Mary used to work in France as an Armenian Language teacher in Saint Sharman then she started working in a curtain-factory. Through her hard-work, she accustomed to the living conditions of France and she raised her 2 children Remy Manoug Anemian (1973) and Raffi Roland Anemian (1979) according to the Armenian ideals and customs. She used to speak both French and Armenian and a proof of that is that both Raffi and Manoug talk Armenian.

      Finally; Arpine and Vartan gave rise to Nevart Kirejian (1981), Movses Kirejian (1983) and Angie Kirejian (1995). After looking at all these roots and trunks of the tree, I concluded that through hard-work and through perseverance preserving a family becomes a sacred mission rather than a forced duty and that living a decent and an honorable life doesn’t get served in a gold plate but rather is acquired through years and years of work. I can sense the hard skinned hands, I can smell the sweat, I can see the early wrinkles on their faces and I can definitely think of the struggles my ancestors had to pass through for me to reach here…

     But being a branch of my family also implies being a part of an Armenian family. Luckily my cousins, my siblings and I were able to attend Armenian schools, and become an active part of the Armenian Community in our countries. Many of us served Armenian clubs, Armenian churches and joined various Armenian Cultural Activities. We grew up as Armenians, we inherited the demanding souls of our ancestors and we are still trying to reach the roots of not only our own family tree but to reach the roots of our Western Armenia.

Love according to 1Corinthians 13:1-13 and whether or not it is applied today

 The author of the book of Corinthians is Paul of Tarsus. Saul (the Jewish name of Paul) was not a disciple of Jesus but rather was a Roman citizen with Jewish origin who was strongly against the Christians and was highly influenced by the Law of Moses. On his way to Damascus to furthermore persecute Christians, the resurrected Jesus appeared to him through a vision after which he was blinded for several days. This vision was the trigger of his great conversion from an anti-Christian into a strong believer of Christianity. After his conversion, his name was changed into Paul so that he would be able to spread Christianity to the gentiles. As a convert, he was aggressive in terms of expressing his faith and spreading the gospel. He confesses that his conversion was not the result of his own efforts but was the result of God’s Grace on him. Paul is known as the earliest and the first founders of the Christian church. Since Paul was educated so he mainly targeted the gentiles living in the urban and trade countries. Though prosecuted by many, Paul contributed to the spread of Christianity and to the formation of the Church. For him, Christianity was more of a community-based religion whose main foundation is love, faith and hope. For him the church resembles the body of Christ, since with its different components Christians function in a harmonious manner to serve God, to love one another and to spread the gospel to the end of the earth. This book is a letter sent from Paul to the Corinthians, in which he is trying to emphasis on the necessity of love, faith and ethics to the people of Corinth. At that time, Corinth was a trade center filled with corrupted people who were out of control and were behaving the way they wanted to. 

    In this specific passage, Paul tries to emphasize on the importance of love. He defines love as being the greatest of all. For him speaking in the tongues of men and angels, having prophetic powers, understanding mysteries and having the power to move mountains mean nothing when love is absent. According to him, God is love and since we were created in the image of God therefore we exist in love. Even sacrificing one’s own body, giving up every single possession is nothing compared to what we gain when we love. He furthermore explains love as being patient and kind and by this he means the love that persists no matter what and that is gentle. Moreover he states that love doesn’t envy and boast. In other words, love is through wishing the best for the other without showing off. Love is neither rude nor irritable but rather it is the act of accepting and respecting different views. Love is endless and it shines with its rays of truth, hope, and endurance. It believes in everything and rejoices with the truth. Love is much more durable than all the prophecies and the knowledge the world has ever known and with love everything is possible. In this passage Paul is referring to the unconditional love of God, the love that gave humanity a chance of reconciliation of the spiritual bond with God. The love of God, which was portrayed by the sufferings and the pain that God’s love endured as Jesus was rejected, mocked and crucified by his own people. For God loved us so much that he endured our wrongdoings, believed in us, and sacrificed his one and only Son.  

    Nowadays, this definition of love is actually missing unfortunately. In a world where jealousy, pride, violence and hatred reside it is so hard to find people manifesting this type of love. But at the same, we cannot but say that there are some people who love or try to love the love defined by Paul. There are some humanitarians, social workers, missionaries, and people of faith who believe and try to apply this definition of love. In addition we can see the manifestation of this kind of love through the love of a mother or a father to their children, in some marriage relationships and friendships. Unfortunately, the definition of love has evolved and has changed in ways that it now corresponds to more of Eros kind of love rather than the charity love suggested by Paul. Charity or the unconditional love is what humanity needs to get a sense of God.