<font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)">Revenant has traveled to Chicago to do some errands in</font> preparation<font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)"> for the rescue mission into Germany they are planning. A short stop over his main business will be in the Twin Cities MN this weekend. For now he is stopping by a place that is very close to his heart. </font>

Thursday  afternoon finds Revenant at the entrance to the Church of St Gregory the Illuminator.  One of the first Armenian churches to be built in the US its only a bit over fifteen years old now. Walking through the great wooden doors crested by the seal of St Gregory he dips his fingers in the vessel of holy water and crosses himself. Walking up to the altar he silently reads the words "thy kingdom come" in Armenian and English. Kneeling at the alter he lights a candle in memory of all those he has lost in his life and he speaks a silent prayer for all his countrymen killed for their beliefs. Suddenly the memory of his mother comes to mind and a tear escapes his eye. Clutching the parcel he always carries he thinks of the bible he was given when he was confirmed, the few photos he had of his family and a small pouch of dust collected from the ruins of the Monastery of St. Sophia of Sis.  He doesn't ask for forgiveness for his sins, only that his fellow countrymen and anyone persecuted for their beliefs, birthplace, or race find peace and are in fellowship with the Saints and martyrs watching over them always. 
Clutching his medallion of St Gregory he whispers "Blessed St Gregory light my way, blind my enemies with your light and always show me the right path. Be with me now and always guiding and protecting me. You who saw the one begotten in a vision lay a hammer down on the site where our church was born always find the ways to use me to build or break as our Lord wills it."
Walking out he drops a well worn and tarnished 500 dram coin, hard to find in the US the currency of his long lost homeland and birthplace of his church it held special significance to him that he pays his tithe this way. Hearing it clatter through the slot in the donation box to land with a satisfying thud in the bottom. Walking outside into the bright sunlight he smiled, Saint Gregory was shining his light on him today.