New York is a city of hope, a city of dreams. And its promise is the same today as it was in 1664 when its name — a name that evokes a nod of respect in even the most remote corners of the world — was bestowed on it.
In a way, it’s the one place on the planet that every nation on earth can lay some claim to. It was built by the blood, sweat and dreams of immigrants from every country and continent, all of whom came for the promise of a chance at building a life as grand as the city’s sky-piercing towers and palatial avenues.
In the late 1800s, Ellis Island was the entrance to this city of dreams. One can only imagine the looks on those tired, sea-worn faces; the tears in the eyes gazing for the first time on the glimmering torch of the Lady, who stood beckoning at the threshold of this promise of a better life.
As the first waves of Italian immigrants began arriving in the late 1800s construction began on a church that today is known as the Shrine Church of the Most Precious Blood. It’s located in the heart of Little Italy on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, bordering the infamous Bowery…