St. Anthony’s Catholic Church

Bill and I love to visit old churches, and we are delighted we have the opportunity to actually attend Mass in an old historic church right here in Questa, New Mexico. St. Anthony’s Catholic Church, also known as San Antonio de Padua, in Questa, was built in the mid-1800s by the first families of what was then the village of San Antonio del Rio Colorado. In 2008, a portion of the church collapsed, and officials with the Catholic Archdiocese of Santa Fe contemplated tearing it down, but members of the Questa community raised more than $1 million to restore it.

Sunday morning Bill and I waited around all morning to attend the 11:00 mass at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church, because 11:00 was the only scheduled english mass. We arrived a little early, and I took my camera so I could capture some pictures before the church filled with people.

The woodwork and carvings in the church are stunning,

and the stained glass windows throughout the church are beautiful. Each window was handmade and donated by members of the Questa community.

The church is decorated with love and care.

The small side-alter that is used for daily mass is also beautiful, and thought-provoking.

Even the choir loft is spectacular.

As we sat in the church awaiting mass, I said my prayers, and meditated on the labor of love the people in the community of Questa put into restoring this beautiful old church. There was such a sense of pride and accomplishment.

My thoughts were disrupted when several people started talking in the back of the church, and we heard one person say the priest had not arrived and there was not going to be a mass. Bill and I thought that was strange and funny, but apparently, in many small catholic communities, it is not uncommon for one priest to have responsibility for saying mass in several churches. Anyway that’s the thought we’re sticking with.

There is also an interesting prayer park just around the back of the church.

The prayer park has 14 wooden crosses, one for each of the 14 stations of the cross. It brought me back to my Catholic School childhood days, when we attended mass everyday before school, and attended the stations of the cross every first Friday of the month.

Even though we were not able to attend Mass, and receive Holy Communion, this Sunday, I am filled with hope that the priest being a no-show, was an isolated incident, and we look forward to attending Mass at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church in Questa, next Sunday.

Up Next: Taos Pueblo

Stay Tuned!

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gotham girl
    May 07, 2018 @ 13:56:56

    Pure sweetness…these little churches in New Mexico. Can’t wait to see if the priest shows up next week, ha! Gotta love small communities. Enjoy!! Love you!


    • beyondcinderella
      May 07, 2018 @ 21:34:43

      Oh yes, frissy I agree, and I so love the little churches here in New Mexico. I do love small communities, and yes, stay tuned for updates on how next Sunday goes at St. Anthony’s. XoXo


  2. Bill
    May 07, 2018 @ 14:32:50

    The community put a lot of blood, sweat and probably tears in rebuilding the church, the beauty of it says it all. We will be back next Sunday hopefully to have mass.


    • beyondcinderella
      May 07, 2018 @ 21:37:41

      Yep, you said it all Bill. And yes, we will be back next Sunday, “hopefully to have mass.” Mass is an important part of our lives, and I love visiting new churches as we travel. Like you always say… “we are having an experience.” XoXo


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