An Orthodox parish of the old country, planted in the new
Faith, stitched
into every week.
Three generations of one parish family — the babas who built it, the kids in the choir loft, and a seat at the table for you.
The order of services
Sung in English and a little Slavonic
Great Vespers, followed by confessions by candlelight.
Divine Liturgy — then trapeza in the hall, and nobody leaves hungry.
Moleben and parish study — this season, the Gospel of Luke.
Festal Liturgies as announced — check the bulletin or call Pani Maria.
The parish hall
Where the second half of Sunday happens
Pierogi Fridays
First Friday monthly. Four hundred dozen, hand-pinched, sold out by noon — come early or befriend a baba.
Church school
Sundays after communion. Catechism, icon corners, and the annual Nativity play with its legendary sheep costume.
The embroidery guild
Tuesdays at ten. Rushnyky, vestments, and the long memory of the parish, one stitch at a time.
“Where two or three are gathered, there am I — and someone has already put the kettle on.”
Matthew 18:20 · parish proverb appendedCome on Sunday
The green door under the cross
22 Harvest Street. Park along the fence, come in through the green door, and stand wherever feels right. After Liturgy someone will hand you coffee and a plate — resistance is not recommended.
Life here, in pictures
