Our Lady of Censorship.
Retablo by Javier Mayoral
Our Lady of Censorship.
Retablo by Javier Mayoral
My children and I were walking along the river when suddenly a terrible rainstorm began. The wall of rain were so dense we couldn’t see where to go. I was scared that because of the rain the water in the river might rise and take us. So while we were running I began to pray the Virgin of Zapopan, and she stopped the rain in a miraculous way. The splendid sun appeared shining in the sky and covered us with its warm rays. I thank for that and present this retablo as a testimony to that miracle.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar
One night, my friend Bryan and I decided to sneak into the cemetery and pass few beers there. Nothing frightened us at all. We were joking when suddenly we heard a voice “Don’t be mean, pass me a beer!” We turned around and saw that it was a dead man. We thank the Virgin of Zapopan for we ran out of the cemetery safely. We promise to pay more respect to the dead.
Kevin Hernández
Zapopan, Jalisco
Retablo by Flor Palomares
Maria B. went through a terrible embarrassment when her mother found her sex toy. She thanks Saint Rita with this retablo because her mother understood her and told nothing to her father.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández
One night, I was awakened by some noise in my living room. I quietly went to check what it was. To my horror, I saw it was a thief in my house. I implored Saint Nicholas of Bari for help, and then I got an idea to bark like an angry dog. It scared the thief and he escaped through the window. I thank for that.
Luis Cordova
State of Mexico
Retablo by Flor Palomares
The pilot Pedro Sanchez thanks endlessly Saint Peter with this retablo for he managed to land a passenger plane after it was hit by two lightnings during strong turbulence.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández
Rogaciano R., Panfilo N. and Silverio J. thank Saint Raymond Nonnatus for having finally made up. The girlfriend of one of them was spreading some rumors which led to a huge fight between them. They didn’t want to know each other. But then they found out it was only a lie. As a consequence, they realized they don’t have any interest in women anymore.
Guadalajara, Jalisco
Retablo by Gonzalo Palacios
The Day of the Dead, some skeletons came out their graves, got drunk and went to my farm which is near the cemetery. They made a real mess and scared the animals—my poor chicken and pigs. I prayed the Virgin of Guadalupe for protection, and she made a miracle. The rooster sang much earlier before the dawn, and the skeletons ran to their graves leaving us in peace.
Retablo by Miguel Hernández
The Castillo sisters let my daughter Lupita to pick up some peaches in their garden, so we could make some marmalade. Bit their enormous dog decided she was a thief and jumped on her. Thanks to the Holy Child of Atocha it only bit and tore her skirt, but the girl wasn’t hurt. We thank for that.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar
When my husband went to work at the north, I felt very lonely. So the evenings, I started to play guitar and sing outside. Little by little my music attracted all the cats from our neighborhood. They were captivated by my music. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for this big company I have now.
Retablo by Maya Prieto Salazar
I took Dorita for a boat ride down the river. I planed to read her some poetry and declare my love to her. But when we passed the old cemetery down the river we saw dead men. They had come out their grave and were dancing, gathering flowers and waving to us. Dorita was so frightened that I though she’d never accept my proposal after this ride. However, thank to the Virgin of Guadalupe she agreed to marry me despite everything.
Retablo by Miguel Hernández
I love spicy food, but my wife used to throw too much chili to her stew. I asked Saint Paschal for his divine help because I couldn’t stand the burning it gave me. Now my wife puts just a right amount of chili in the stew.
Casiano Rodriguez, Puebla
Retablo by Flor Palomares
Luis Ramirez was scared of women. But his uncle took him to a brothel, and he finally found out what does it mean to be a man. He thanks Saint Jude Thaddeus because, although he enjoyed the experience, he didn’t get depraved.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández