The Story Behind the History of St. Illuminator’s Cathedral

The Little Cathedral That Could:
The Story Behind the History of St. Illuminator’s Cathedral
by Armen Morian
This year marks the 110th since the founding of our cherished Mayr Yegeghetsi [St. Illuminator’s Armenian Apostolic Church in New York City]. The story of the birth of our Church is the stuff of romantic legend. In the most Providential of historical coincidences, the founding fathers and founding mothers of our Church did their work at the very same moment that the tragedy of the Armenian Genocide began to unfold.
As Armenian civilization was being extinguished in our homeland, they brought forth on these shores, in this city, an establishment that would play a signal role in the rebirth of the Armenian nation. Every Armenian church is a special place. But the deep and providential symbolism of that coincidence is a genuine testament to the uncommon specialness of this one. For the five score and ten years since, our Church has been a Plymouth Rock, a landing point and touchpoint in the religious and cultural lives of more than five generations of Armenians in America.
We continue that proud tradition of service to the spiritual and cultural needs of the Armenian communities of New York and beyond, as one of the oldest and most historical and most significant Armenian churches in the United States, and Armenian America’s Ellis Island Church.
From the foundation up and the bricks and mortar in, we rose again.
The history of St. Illuminator’s, “the little Church on 27th Street,” as the big stage upon which played out some of the most dramatic events in the history of the Armenian nation, the Armenian American Diaspora, and the Armenian Church, in the twentieth century, is well-known. What is less well-known is the intimate story of Mayr Yegeghetsi, the human institution, and its struggles and triumphs. As is often so of great institutions, those histories of St. Illuminator’s stand against one another as a paradox.
On one side was the St. Illuminator’s that occupied an outsized place of honor in the Armenian imagination, majestic, relevant, and larger than life. On the other, was the very modest, even humble, human-scale institution that, while rich in love and human resources, was nevertheless often neglected and chronically starved of material resources. The history of St. Illuminator’s was always fraught, as the human institution found itself caught up in and the victim of historical forces outside its control, ranging from the controversies of international politics and the politics of the Armenian Church to the historical and demographic forces that were remaking the Armenian American community outside its doors. She was often neglected and sometimes, for reasons hard to comprehend, even ostracized as a red-headed stepchild.
What sustained St. Illuminator’s throughout her history was not the material resources befitting an episcopal seat that one might expect would be available to a Mayr Yegeghetsi, but rather the love, devotion, and sacrifices of her parishioners and the community she nourished spiritually.


During her long and storied history, our Mayr Yegeghetsi endured her share of hard times, none harder perhaps than the period immediately before a promising, newly ordained, young Der Hayr named Mesrob Lakissian assumed the awesome responsibility for shepherding her, arriving with his energetic Yeretsgeen Ojeen and their infant daughter, Taleen, by his side.
By the time Der Mesrob became pastor, Mayr Yegeghetsi was ninety years old and showing every bit of her age. The ravages of time on an ancient building that had been held together by love’s labors and the sheer will of her parishioners, diminished attendance resulting from the out-migration of Armenians from the heart of New York City to the suburbs, tensions within the Church and turmoil in the succession of her leadership, all took their toll on the Cathedral, physically, financially, spiritually. St. Illuminator’s retained her majesty as our Mayr Yegeghetsi, maintaining her dignity and the devotion of her faithful, but she had fallen into magnificent decrepitude, her finances in shambles.
The ceremony of Reconsecration, September 19, 2009.
Der Mesrob’s reward for being appointed the 27th pastor of St. Illuminator’s was to inherit an institution not just in serious decline, but on the verge of collapse, figuratively and literally.
Those were hardscrabble days indeed when Der Hayr assumed his heavy burden. The Cathedral often had only a nominal balance in her bank account, often lacking sufficient funds to even pay the electric bill, and had to rely on credit extended to her by members of her Board and her most devoted donors to get by from month to month.
Worse than that, her physical space had deteriorated to such a state of fragility that in places her floors had worn through to the point that one could see from the Nave into Pashalian Hall. What Mayr Yegeghetsi needed was not repair but a gut renovation from the foundation up and the bricks and mortar in. And to do it would require raising more than one million dollars.
Fortunately, owing to his decade of service at the Prelacy and fifteen years as a deacon on her Holy Altar before becoming pastor, Der Hayr was no stranger to Mayr Yegeghetsi, and Mayr Yegeghetsi was no stranger to Der Hayr. Undaunted and with a vision for what Mayr Yegeghetsi could once more be, Der Mesrob literally rolled up his sleeves and got to work. Somehow, through sheer force of personality, fortitude, tireless hard work, faith, and the interposition of Divine providence in favor of their labors, Der Hayr, supported by a Board who loyally and faithfully stood by his side, donors many of whom unexpectedly appeared from nowhere, and a remarkable team of rebuilders led by the late, great Setrak Agonian, of blessed memory, raised the necessary funds—more than $1 million—and swiftly completed the renovation, against all odds.
The Altar and Chancel as they appear today.
On April 1, 2008, the Mayr Yegeghetsi ‘that was’ closed her doors for the last time—doors that had stood open since her consecration in April 1920. The renovation would take eighteen months. During that time came additional hardships. Mayr Yegeghetsi had to continue as a Vemkar church. Services were held at the erstwhile Armenian Center in Woodside, Queens. Celebrating the Diving Liturgy there required setting up and then dismantling a moveable Altar every Sunday. Candles were not permitted and it was not possible to perform sacraments.
Yet throughout, Mayr Yegeghetsi held her head high and never once sought assistance or a reprieve. Her renovation was entirely self-funded, owing to the tireless labors of Der Mesrob and the team he led and the generosity of countless members of St. Illuminator’s community who responded by opening their hearts and their wallets. And even during the bleakest, most difficult days financially Mayr Yegeghetsi paid her quota to the Prelacy in full and on time, without fail.
St. Illuminator’s reopened her doors and was reconsecrated on September 19, 2009. Her reconstruction was a resurrection of Mayr Yegeghetsi and heralded a new dawn.
“Heavenly King,
preserve your
Church unshaken.”
— From the Sharagan
Khorhoort Khorin
Under Der Hayr’s leadership, from the hard work of the reconstruction, Mayr Yegeghetsi turned immediately to the task of rebuilding and restoring her social, spiritual, and cultural vitality. Above all, Der Hayr focused on his ministry, which is characterized by a tireless and selfless ethic of service. His devotion to service quietly built St. Illuminator’s into an institution that attracted the attention, captured the imagination, and earned the trust of potential benefactors, many of whom sought out Der Hayr and St. Illuminator’s despite having no historical connection to Mayr Yegeghetsi. One of those benefactors was our beloved Azadouhi Zarukian, of blessed memory, whose spectacularly generous gift to the Cathedral stood St. Illuminator’s on a solid foundation financially for the first time in her history and has inspired others to give generously as well.
This measure of financial stability has afforded Mayr Yegeghetsi the freedom to shift her gaze from survival to the sublime, where it ought to be: the invigoration and flourishment and further development of Mayr Yegeghestsi’s ministry across the board from the religious, to the charitable, to the educational, to the cultural, and above all, to the benevolent.
Now, let’s get back to work . . .
As always, Mayr Yegeghetsi does not measure herself by the resources available to her, but by what she does with them. We measure our success first and foremost by the charitable resources we are able to deliver in support of our Armenian brothers and sisters in need in Armenia, Artsakh, Lebanon, Syria, and wherever they may be found. During the past five years, we were blessed to have been able to deliver nearly $500,000 of such relief through the Catholicosate at Antelias, the Prelacy’s charitable office in Armenia, and our own channels. When the Catholicosate or the Prelacy calls, we dutifully answer to the maximum extent the prudent management of our resources permits, even contributing from time to time when it is neither asked nor expected. And we will measure our success in the years ahead by our ability to continue and expand our giving. Christ calls us to this mission and we will answer the call.
“Let the favor of the Lord
our God be upon us and
prosper for us the work
of our hands”
— Psalm 90:17
Like a Christian Phoenix, Mayr Yegeghetsi rose from her ashes and was reborn physically and financially. But the Church is not a building with a bank account. It is a fellowship, a community of Christians that comprise the body of Christ. The indispensable element to fellowship and community is presence and participation. And that brings us full circle to the truest sign of our rebirth as a parish. The real highlight of the period described by Der Mesrob’s ministry and the one about which we are the most joyful may be seen at Mayr Yegeghetsi in the faces of our people. The energy is palpable. It can be felt, and seen, in the young new faces we see at Mayr Yegeghetsi, Sunday in and Sunday out, and measured by the presence, participation, and support of our events by our parishioners and friends. Somehow, in spite of the odds, in a secular Metropolis, in an age of distraction when faceless and ruthless cultural forces alienate us from our traditions and one another, Mayr Yegeghetsi’s family manages to grow. With each new face we welcome and familiar face we welcome back, we count a blessing, as they lift us up with their presence, participation, and promise. Not half bad for the little Cathedral that could.
Success is not linear. It must be measured by where one has been and what one has overcome. By that measure, Mayr Yegeghetsi is stronger today than she has been in living memory, perhaps ever. There is nothing inevitable about that success. It is Providence smiling upon the hard work we do to sustain our ministry, the reward for our toil.
The history of Mayr Yegeghetsi reflects the romance of the Armenian story itself: of struggle and survival; of perseverance and renewal; of rising from the ashes to build a new Armenia; of a leap of faith. Mayr Yegeghetsi stands as a testament to the idea that with hard work and belief all things are possible.
We have always walked with humility and our newly earned success will not change that. With the grace of almighty God, together we will write new chapters of Mayr Yegeghetsi’s story worthy of the ones that came before.