What builds that others may rest? What perseveres so that others may cease striving? What pursues so that others may find the peace of a tranquil heart?
There are some who do not reap the benefits of the labors of others. These, the monarchs, the saints, the holy men who came before, who had no rest, who did not cease striving, did not end their pursuit, and it is in their prayers and in their labors we find a Father who calls us by faith. In him, we find a promise that he will never let us go, a golden lit casket, filled with the greatest treasures the history of mankind has amassed. Behold, this light that shines upon our faces, the face of our Father, for it is the darkened clouds that Abraham fought through. And it is through his labors and many others, our Armenian saints included, that we can behold this light of life, and it is in their blood that we may attain heaven, and lastly or rather foremost, the blood of the man and King, Jesus Christ, the true God.
Laboring and striving, they did not cease in their longing for home, for that rest we have within our hearts, placed by the tears of Abraham, the grit of his sheer will, to hope beyond hope, that one day, we would be his, and held in his arms, as his children, his heirs, and stars, as sons of God. This is granted to those whose exhausted limbs are brought to the end of their strength, and whose mind cannot persevere any longer, yet turn away from darkness into the light of future hope and do so without doubt that God is great, almighty, good, and holy.
Do not be as the heroes of this age, who think they fight yet work for a reward of this present time, but be as Abraham, who fought for something that would come thousands years thence. Hope is not made to gain but to give, a promise that spans millennia, to offer to mankind and to God our hearts for eternity, not to stumble, not to die in fear nor lethargy, but in committed will, seeing as no one sees, loving as no one hath loved previously.