Malankara Archdiocese of The Syrian Orthodox Church in North America

The Malankara Archdiocese of the Syrian Orthodox Church in North America is a non-profit religious organization in the United States, incorporated in the state of New York. It is considered part of Indian Malankara Jacobite Syrian Christian Church.

However the Archdiocese of the Syrian Orthodox Church in North America is under the ecclesiastical jurisdiction of the Patriarch of Antioch and All the East, Moran Mor Ignatius Zakka I Iwas, the Supreme Head of the Universal Syrian Orthodox Church. This Archdiocese comprises the parishes all over the United States and Canada for the people predominantly from India who follow the Syriac tradition. The Church uses the Syriac language, a dialect of Aramaic spoken by Lord Jesus, as the Liturgical language along with English and Malayalam, a vernacular language of South India. As of 2013 Mor Titus Yeldho was the archbishop of the Malankara Archdiocese of the Syrian Orthodox Church in North America since 2004.

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