There once was a boy who looking upon the chiseling of a strong man seeking faith into a mountain and a cave, mourned over how difficult it would be to do the same himself. Digging for years at a time, the man became aged and wise, with a beard grey and thinning. Finally, after digging for over a hundred years, the man came to find a piece of shattered gold, so valuable, that it reflected the beauty of God’s love into his soul, giving him an insight that forgave him two sins.
The boy, having become the Catholicos of the Holy Church, smiled, remembering the man at his young age as the old man proselytized the masses about his findings.
Meanwhile, in the sight of all, within the four walls of the Mother church, he beheld as on every Blessed Sunday, the fullness of the gold item from which a shattered piece once was stolen.
In the riches found in the searches of thousands of saints, who dug deeper and farther and through ages in lineage and discipled order, the Catholicos not only received forgiveness for a thousand sins of his own, yet now bearing within himself insights untold through reverence for his predecessors in reading books, in listening to hymns, in beholding paintings and sculptures and churches chiseled by holy men, forgave the sins of millions.