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Welcome to St. Anthony of Padua Catholic Church in Denver Colorado.

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The Parish Address is

St Anthony of Padua Catholic Church
3801 W Ohio Avenue
Denver, CO 80219

Phone:  303-935-2431

Office Hours:

  • Monday: Closed
  • Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday: 10:00am – 2:30pm

If you have general questions you can reach us  at 303-935-2431 or by email at:

office@stanthonysdenver.org

A copy of our last bulletin can be found at:

www.parishesonline.com

 

 

Clergy

 

Father Arturo Chagala - Pastor

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Father Miljenko Pavkovic - Vicar

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Father Peter Urban - Retired
There are two words that Father Peter has been unable to understand in his whole life – “Quit” and “Retire”. Technically, Father Peter is a retired priest, however, his love for God’s people has led him to be as active in retirement as he was when he was in full-time ministry. He has such a profound sense of who God called him to be that you cannot help to be inspired for his untiring service to God and His people. Father Peter also does not know the meaning of the word “Quit”. He has overcome many difficulties in his life by his constant dedication to his service of God, We are blessed that he chose to retire with us here at St. Anthony’s because we benefit greatly from his ministry. Father Peter is also the passionate about supporting the Miguel Pro Mission in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico. Please see their website and support the people of Juarez. http://www.miguelpromission.com/ Reaching out to my neighbors… In the Gospel last Sunday the Priest preached on “Who is my neighbor?” He really got to me, and challenged me to get to know those who live around me. My first challenge was the charming lady across the street. She is beautiful; all of us ogled. dressed to the nines; always gussied up, real knock out. It is too much to call her a real tomato. It was with some nervousness I approached her gate, her door “Just a neighbor, we need to be good neighbors you know” I blubbered saying the wrong things. She got mad, began to shout, rabid. “Get off my property and don’t come back” Her eyes bugged out her nose turned a strange red and a snarl formed.

She was no longer beautiful.

For some reason I was not disheartened. I started thinking of the thing the priest said: Blessed are you when they persecute you and say every slander against; when they calumniate you, saying all falsehoods about you because of me. Rejoice and be glad; your reward…” I was not disheartened. I thought someday we will come to better terms. Some day I will know her background; perhaps she was beaten up as a youth; perhaps she was abused. Sometimes beautiful people dress beautifully because they are trying to forget the ugliness of their past. I thought, I have no chance to ask her to be a neighbor; no chance to be a good neighbor, only, if I show her compassion. The most exciting thing: Will this neighborhood be tight some day? Some day, will we watch over each other? Am I the person who will make it happen?