Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Jaro

The Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Jaro is an ecclesiastical territory or diocese of the Roman Catholic Church in the Philippines. The cathedral for the archdiocese, the Parish of Our Lady of Candles, also known as the Jaro Cathedral is in Jaro a district of Iloilo City, Iloilo on the island of Panay in the Western Visayas.

The Archdiocese of Jaro is one of the oldest dioceses in the country. It was created a diocese by virtue of a papal bull of Pope Pius IX on May 27, 1865, according to a document signed by Archbishop Gregorio Martinez, then Archbishop of Manila, under whole ecclesiastical province the new diocese belonged as suffragan.

The Archdiocese of Jaro covers the provinces of Iloilo and Guimaras, an island off Iloilo. San Jose de Antique on Panay, San Carlos in Negros Occidental and Kabankalan in Negros Occidental, are suffragans. Out of a population of 1,761,419, 89% are Catholic. Its titutar patron saint is St. Elizabeth of Hungary, whose feast is celebrated on November 17.

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