Our Lady of The Angels Pastoral Region

The Our Lady of the Angels Pastoral Region is a pastoral region of the Archdiocese of Los Angeles in the Roman Catholic Church. It covers Downtown and central Los Angeles west to Malibu, south to LAX. The current regional auxiliary bishop is Bishop Edward W. Clark. The Region has seventy-six parishes, ten high schools, many elementary schools, and five hospitals.

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