It was a year ago that Cynthia Murray first walked past Deliverance Temple Church in the Hill. A lifelong drug user, she was looking to break free from her addiction.
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Uma Ramiah
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Feb 23, 2011 12:51 pm
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When Stephanie Richards invoked the Holy Ghost from the pulpit in a small wood-paneled sanctuary on Dickerman Street, she was preaching. In a way, she was singing, too.
Sabbath services found the St. Andrews Episcopal Church family worshiping not under the high ceiling of its century-old chapel, but in the connected Parish Hall. The chapel is cold, and expensive to heat in the winter.
Yann Beaullan’s mother is Jewish; his father is Cambodian. He grew up listening to Buddhist chants. On Sunday he was worshiping in Wooster Square — to the strains of alto saxes offering Coltranesque riffs on the Christian hymn “Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow.”
The Rev. Eldren D. Morrison had a vision for his parishioners on Dixwell Avenue: A vision of a new house, at the end of a long road.
“Sometimes it seems that God has put what He has promised us on hold,” the pastor shouted from the pulpit at Varick AME Zion Church. “He promised you that house. But you’re still waiting!”