No one sets foot in a church—but they don't need to. Religion is all over "A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings," from the neighbor lady who thinks that the old man is an angel; to the priest who doesn't, but writes to the Pope anyway to make sure. But what's the point of all this religion? Does it make people kinder, nicer, more charitable, more generous? More loving? We'd have to say—no. Is there anything redeeming about religion in the story—or is the Catholic Church just one more thing for Márquez to satirize?
The story makes fun of the slow, bureaucratic hierarchy of the Catholic Church and its officials.
Religion is only a peripheral authority in this community; people are more likely to rely on gossip than on the priest.