Virgin of Guadalupe, thank you for my cornfield gave me a good harvest as never before. You delivered us from that bad drought when there were no rains. I implored you and now, look, how many corn I have.

Anselmo Perez
Queretaro, December 12, 1936

After I saw a ghost of a dead man I won’t touch ouija ever again.

The Saint Christ of Burgo de Osma helped us to find money to buy paint for the church fence.

Juana M. got drunk and had a brilliant idea to ride a bike naked. She thanks Saint Rita with this retablo for the police arrested her only for 48 hours.

My husband was very bad with the intimate things. He was thinking only about his job and his office things. Meanwhile, little by little, I began to feel attraction to his beautiful boss when my husband invited him to our house for dinner. One night, when the boss sent my husband in a business trip, we had a love affair and I got pregnant. I thank Saint Augustine because my husband thinks it’s his baby. I ask you to not let him ever find out about my infidelity.

Laura N.
Merida, Yucatan

One night my daughter and I went to visit my friend and bring her some jam. Suddenly the ghost of the woman drowned in the lake appeared to us. By the legend, she killed herself because of treason and now tries to grab people and drag them to the bottom of the lake with her. I grabbed my crucifix and prayed the Virgin of the Rosary to exorcise the apparition. The ghost seemed to get scared and disappeared. We thank the Holy Virgin.

I spent months looking for a job and finally I found one—as an art model for painters. I liked to see how they were shaping my image with their brushes. But there was a problem. I felt chilly and froze for being naked without moving for hours. Thanks to the Virgin of Guadalupe I found another job—in dry cleaning. Now I’m happy because it’s always warm there.

Lilia Robledo thanks Saint Anthony with this retablo for, with the help of the internet, she has found herself a foreign boyfriend and she’s going to marry him.

I dedicate this humble retablo to Saint Rita of Cascia thanking her for my son Valente performs the cowboy art with honor. He’s one of the best in spinning the lasso, and it fills me with so much pride.

Margarito García
Zapopan, Jalisco

I loved swimming underwater and diving right to the bottom to see what an incredible life boils down there. I felt like a mermaid in my dominion. But one day, I caught up in the algae while enjoying swimming underwater. I tried to get out but only tangled up myself more. I felt pain in my lungs. Just when I thought I was going to die I saw a light and got free. I know it was Saint Barbara who get me out, and I thank for it.

The night of November 1, the sisters Ballesteros were coming back from the mass. In an alley, they ran into a skeleton party. The dead gallantly invited them to join the party but the sisters ran away frightened. They thank the Virgin of Zapopan for the skeletons didn’t follow them. They locked themselves in the house, and didn’t get out for a few days, nor they opened the door for anybody.

My wife used to have terrifying nightmares because she read horror stories. She woke up at night screaming and kicking around. She even pushed me off the bed. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan, because my wife reads love stories now. She tells that she has nice dreams about handsome men, she looks like she kisses them at her dream, and we both sleep in peace.

The girl Juanita Robledo thanks Saint Francis with this retablo for her cat has brought into the world four beautiful kittens. They are her joy, and her mother will let her keep two of them.