Saint Anthony of Padua Church

Jesus is just a Spanish boy’s name, how come one man got so much fame?
Walk past pretty often, admiring the exterior; stepped foot inside for a secular event
but wasn’t struck enough to return. Conversations between some older women on line indicated that the place is losing ‘members’ (definitely not the right term, but couldn’t care less) at a rapid clip as they move or pass away — unsurprising, but glad to see they use the space for other events.

No need to come early for 9:00 mass… Very few people attend and there is lots of space. Not sure if this belong on TONY’s 10 most beautiful list, but it’s worth a visit. Good vocalist.

Beautiful church! Came here for a wedding and the ceremony, music and décor were beautiful

Baked Ziti with Sausage & Meatballs at St. Anthony’s Feast, Greenwich Village Italian

LOVE this church. I always attend mass when I visit my home city of NY. Very pretty traditional church! The weekly masses are always great… good music, nice, welcoming parishoners, and great homilies by the pastor Fr. Joe. It is obvious congregation like Fr Joe very much. He is an ordinary down to earth priest that relates well to everyone. He is a Franciscan friar (the priests and brothers that wear the brown robes with white waist cords) and I have always found the Friars to be approachable and devoted to their ministry.

This is where my former a capella choir KHORIKOS rehearses as well as performs, and I love it. The place is old and simple but elegant; it is beautifully lit and very clean. It also has a wonderful echo, which makes singing here sound so much more angelic. I loved hearing voices mixing and twining into ethereal chords that stretch out into the space. It’s a damn great place to visit on Sunday evenings. *wink wink*

Beautiful church, nice congregation, amazing procession

Okay, I’m a lapsed Catholic and an atheist; I still think it’s great to have houses of worship in the city. I had a computer teacher in college who said he taught Sunday school even though he was an atheist, because he felt there was a place for that.
That said, I’m really happy to still see the «Peace To The World» banner on the Houston street side of St. Anthony’s church.
It’s also a beautiful, historical church; they have a pipe organ – not just an electronic organ – and the organ (dating from 1888) has been maintained through the last three pastors. This is truly a classic church, with a rose window and everything.
Never mind that I’m going to burn in hell for what I did last night…

I always miss Ash Wednesday and blocked this day out regarding Fast and Abstinence.
I thought it was only Fridays — welps this place provides you a handy calendar and details about Lent.
Such a helpful tool when you don’t have your religious friend, M around.
Anyhows, this church has really nice natural lighting along with artificial lighting — much brighter than St. Patricks!
Moving on to the service — good job, I actually heard 85% of the words.
I didn’t ever notice how unsanitary Ash Wednesday could be — the whole entire time when we were in line walking up there… my thought process:
How many people has this lady touched?
I really hope these ashes doesn’t clog up my pores.
Am I going to break out?
I hope everyone is clean here because their oil is being transferred onto my skin.
As I looked at other people’s forehead after they have been ashed… I can tell the line I was in… the lady didn’t have a very steady hands. We didn’t walk away with a cross and not even a plus sign donned on our foreheads. We were walking away with crazy blog of ashes that pretty much covered our whole forehead.
As I approached her, oh great… her hand shook and I felt tiny amounts of ashes fell on top of my nose and cheek.
C, A and I left here looking absolutely crazy.
But hey at least I got a Lent Calendar out of it!

Such beauty as all o the churches in the area.

You feel as though you have stepped across the ocean when you enter this beautiful church… the green marble columns take your breath away.
My flower shop SoHo Flower Shop was directly across the street next to the cheese shop until 1981. I would see the same faithful old Italian ladies who could barely walk, make their way slowly up the steep granite steps to the top so they could be on time for early morning Mass every day of the week.
Brother Vincent and Sister Rita were lovely people who would always come to my shop to greet me whenever they had an opportunity.