The Roman Catholic Diocese of Baton Rouge, officially in Latin Dioecesis Rubribaculensis, is a Latin Rite diocese of the Roman Catholic Church in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. It is a suffragan of the Archdiocese of New Orleans.
The diocese consists of 68 parishes, 2 ethnic apostolates, and 2 University chapels. Its territory comprises an area of 5,513 square miles (14,280 km2), being composed of twelve civil parishes in south central Louisiana: Ascension, Assumption, East Baton Rouge, East Feliciana, Iberville, Livingston, Pointe Coupée, Tangipahoa, St. Helena, St. James, West Baton Rouge and West Feliciana.
The current bishop is the Most Rev. Robert William Muench. There are 109 total priests in the Diocese, 60 deacons, 10 religious brothers, and 121 female religious. The Catholic population is 215,298 out of a total population of 884,650 (24.3% of the population).
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