Archive for the ‘Haitians’ Category
Imagine a city run by Preacher’s Kids (PKs). Some might still attend church in their adult years or even have ministries of their own. They would likely have relatives who also grew up as PKs. Some would have taken the sense of a spiritual calling into other fields like journalism, teaching, nursing and medicine. Some [...]
“Mwen beni non ou!” (“I Bless Your Name!”). 152,811 NYC Haitians have created a rich variety of faith-based organizations providing music and worship for the soul, great joumou soup (squash) in restaurants, theology books, and radio programs for children.
There a no certain statistics about the faiths of Haitians in New York City. We have sorted through various scholarly, religious organization and community estimates to arrive at our figures. We are also continuing to interview Haitian religious leaders about the attendance at their religious sites. We welcome any additional information. A majority of NYC [...]
Edwidge Danticat, who attended the Evangelical Crusade of Fishers of Men Church in Brooklyn before moving to Miami, is probably the most celebrated Haitian author in the United States. Filled with a rich, shimmering language, her novels and stories draw upon her life as a girl left by her US-bound parents to be brought up [...]
Noon-time fasting & prayer service at Bethany Baptist Church Re-published March 25, 2013, 6:45 am.
The youth of Bethany Baptist Church put together a modestware fashion show in Jamaica, Queens called “A World of Difference.” They follow a long tradition of fashion shows in African American churches.
We stopped outside The King’s Chamber Barber Shop near Flatbush Avenue, Brooklyn. “Hmm,” we considered what was the significance of the name and the logo with a crown on a cross above scissors. The owner Anthony Austin came out to see what we were doing and explained his business. “In everything…one should honor the King. [...]
Under the searing sun and stench of roadside garbage, a teenage Hispanic girl carrying a baby boy comes out of a door next to a church. Her tousled hair looked like she’d been up all night. The baby’s unwashed face was smeared with dirt; a diaper was the only thing covering his bare skin. Was [...]