Religion, East Village style
I got a haircut on Friday, unusually late in the evening. As I walked to the salon on East 11th Street, I couldn’t help noticing the gleaming pink cross jutting out from the building opposite. I thought it must be a nightclub, making an ironic comment on religiosity and sin, but no – it was an actual ministry. According to my hairdresser, Julie, hungry and homeless people regularly queue up outside, and food is dispensed; the prevention of hunger and poverty is listed as a part of the church’s mission.
Sweet, and just how religion ought to be – and very old school East Village.