Name of Church Our Lady of the Bright Mount Church
Address 3424 W. Adams Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90018
Phone number (323) 734-5249
Mass Schedule Sundays, 9 a.m. and noon. Monday, Thursday, Saturday, 8 a.m. Wednesday, Friday (with adoration of the Holy Eucharist from 6 p.m.), 7:30 p.m. First Saturdays, 5 p.m. Masses celebrated in Polish. All are welcome to attend.
Confessions Before Masses.
Names of priests Fr. Rafal Dygula, pastor.
Special activities and groups There are a variety of devotions, including adoration Wednesdays & Fridays at 6 p.m.; rosary and Angelus, Sundays at 11:30 a.m.; Divine Mercy, Fridays, 730 p.m.; children’s rosary, Saturdays at 9:30 a.m. There are a variety of groups, including Bright Mount Rosary Family, Holy Name Society, Spiritual Adoption of the Conceived Child and the Margaret Community. The parish has been also known for its hosting of the annual Polish Festival.
Parking There is parking next to the church and hall, and on the street.
Additional observations Our Lady of the Bright Mount is located in the Archdiocese of Los Angeles and is its only Polish parish. It is located just southwest of downtown Los Angeles. The Our Lady of the Bright Mount congregation was founded in 1927. In 1944, the congregation purchased an LA mansion once owned by silent film actor Fatty Arbuckle, and built a church next door in 1956. The mansion serves as the parish office, gift shop and a venue for meetings. The interior of the church features colorful Polish imagery, including images of Pope St. John Paul II and Sister Faustina and an icon of Our Lady of Czestochowa. In 2015, Archbishop Jose Gomez designated it a shrine of St. John Paul II. In 1976, as Cardinal Karol Wojtyla, the future saint celebrated Mass there (you can sit where he sat). The church houses relics of John Paul, as well as Polish saints St. Zygmunt Szczęsny Feliński, St. Faustina Kowalska, Blessed Michael Sopoćko, Blessed Jerzy Popieluszko and St. Maximilian Kolbe. On the grounds, there is a life-sized bronze statue of Pope St. John Paul II.
Totally in Polish, once heard a homily wherein the only English words were “Fake News”. Wonder what that was about :)
I went there once to visit , great church and people , I only understood the words Chicago and Culver City , it is in the old Adams district of Los Angeles , beautiful but fallen on hard times. From this picture on the altar you can’t see the Solidarity flag or the shrines of the two priests killed under Communist rule.
Widzisz, nie wszyscy w Kalifornii mówią po hiszpańsku!
Well, anonymiski, I got the “Kalifornii” (California) part. Oh, and I got the “anonymiski” (anonymous) part too. At least I think I did.
Should have gotten the “hiszpansku” part, too. Viva Hispania!
this is california …. speak Spanish !!!
do zdrowia !!!!
Muy bien, Rasputin.
When I think of Polish, I think of the beautiful baritone voice of St. John Paul II no matter what language in which he spoke or sang. I think of Fr. Mitch Pacwa, who speaks and writes about seven languages and his cowboy hats and boots.
I also remember the haunting Symphony #3 — the symphony of sorrowful song — by Henryk Gorecki with Dawn Upshaw and David Zinman and the London Sinfonietta. I never thought I would hear it again after I gave away my outdated tape, but I just found it on the internet and played it while going over the list of sins to prepare me for the confession I just did.
Anne TE, a beautiful musical suggestion, beautiful.
Just to put in a plug for my fellow Ruski’s/fellow Slavs
here is Our Father (Otche Nash) in Russian:
and remember, there’s no disputin’
with ol” Rasputin
Very beautiful, Rasputin. Thank you for the link. There is no other ethnic group that has more basso profundos than the Russians. One of the other Russian pieces that takes one straight up to heaven is the “Hymn of the Cherubim” by Tchaikovsky.
May St. Nicholas be with you and the Russian people forever.
And for those who want a woman composer, Hildegard von Bingen, would certainly be one of my choices. Look her up.
I would guess that, in an hours drive of the Church, there are thousands who know enough Polish to ‘get the gist’ of the Mass. Why not.
We use to attend a Carmelite barbeque that was on the grounds of a Polish mission. Their pastries were delicious. Like Greek pastries — to die for.