Coordinates: 14°20′38″N 121°39′18″E / 14.3440°N 121.655°E / 14.3440; 121.655
| Our Lady of Light Parish (Simbahan ng Cainta) |
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" Our Lady of Light" |
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| Basic information | |
| Location | A. Bonifacio Ave., San Andres, Cainta, Rizal, Philippines |
| Affiliation | Roman Catholic |
| Year consecrated | 1727, 1989, 1968 |
| Ecclesiastical or organizational status | Parish |
| Leadership | Diocesan (Antipolo) |
| Architectural description | |
| Architectural type | Baroque Church |
| Architectural style | Baroque |
| Groundbreaking | 1707 |
| Completed | 1760 |
| Materials | Adobe, Sand, Gravel, Portland Cement, Mortar and Steel |
The Parish of Our Lady of Light in Cainta stands as one of the oldest churches in the Province of Rizal. It is located along A. Bonifacio Avenue in the Town Proper of Cainta it is near the famed jeepney stop Parola, and is very accessible through the jeeps that come from Cubao, Pasig, Tanay, Taytay, Binangonan and Eastern Rizal. The present parish priest, installed in 2006 is Rev. Msgr. Arnel F. Lagarejos, PC, STD, with Rev. Fr. Paul V. Merida as parochial vicar.
Read more about Our Lady Of Light Parish: History, The New Altar of Our Lady & Cainta Church Historical Marker, Our Lady of Light Painting, Episcopal Coronation, Diocesan Pastors, Sources, See Also, External Links
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