I have to thank the “Divine Face” because I look exactly kill the famous actor Brad Pitt.
Retablo by Javier Mayoral
I have to thank the “Divine Face” because I look exactly kill the famous actor Brad Pitt.
Retablo by Javier Mayoral
Carmen Hernandez wanted to be a stewardess. She entrusted herself to Saint Rita and finally her dream came true. She thanks for that.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández
I thank you, Virgin of San Juan, for all your favors. I decided to leave my husband after he had put horns on me. I kicked him out, but the next day he came back to kill me. Gaston, my husband, shot me. My wound was serious, but I prayed to the Virgin of San Juan fro my life. And she saved me.
Monterrey, 1952
Retablo by Viridiana Canseco Hernández
Marta Juarez and her daughter Maria were coming back home from a dinner late evening. They met a company of happy skeletons in a dark alley. The skeletons were celebrating the Day of the Dead. Marta and maria were so frightened, they couldn’t move. They thank the Virgin of Zapopan because the skeletons didn’t notice them and passed by, chatting and laughing.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar
I thank the Lord of Saucito because he helped my husband to overcome his addiction to Diet Doctor Pepper.
Retablo by Javier Mayoral
Less than three years had passed from our wedding when my husband got lost in a sea storm. I was left all alone with my baby. To provide for us, I—without knowing anything about the fishing— took a boat, a net and went to the sea having prayed to Saint Barbara. Thanks to her help I got good fish in my net. I sold them and kept fishing. Little by little I studied all fishing tricks. I thank the saint for this miracle.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar
Saint Charbel, I dedicate this retablo to you for healing me from a terrible infection that I caught from a prostitute from a cabaret. I took her in a hotel and spent a night with her. I couldn’t find any remedy, and I was scared that I’d stay impotent for ever. I entrusted myself to you, and now I give thanks for your favor.
Mexico, 1980
Retablo by Unknown artist #7
Our horse “El Potro” (The Colt) broke both his front legs. We entrusted him to Saint Anthony the Great, and thanks to his divine intervention—and to our care as well—he’s got recovered Now our old friend rans happily over the ranch, and we dedicate this retablo for that.
Epifanio & Don Remigio Contreras
Aguascalientes
Retablo by Flor Palomares
Juan Gomez and Fernando Martinez used to take drugs in an old house. One day the house collapsed on them. They give thanks to Saint Charbel for saving them and promise to amend their ways.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández
I thank the Holy Virgin of Fatima and dedicate her this retablo because the paternity test verified that Vicentico is my biological son. There were some rumors around the neighborhood that he has a big head and dark eyes like my neighbor Armando does. But now nobody will mock me anymore.
Retablo by Javier Mayoral
Hector Aguilar, a bowling player, got distracted by a hot girl and dropped the ball on his feet. He thanks Saint Pancras for the recovery and promises not to flirt anymore. Besides he’s married.
Retablo by Gonzalo Hernández
We moved to a new place. The land was barren and fruitless. There were no plants, no flowers which I loved so much. I tried to plant something but the soil was so dry nothing was growing. But one day wonderful peacocks came out of nowhere. They had colorful plumage, and some time later a grass and an apple tree grew up on the spot where they started to live. That’s how our petrified garden became a blooming paradise. I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for this amazing miracle.
Retablo by Luz Cadena
We were coming back home from the grandmother Martina. We were going through the cemetery, and a ghost appeared to us. We got scared and ran away, but the ghost followed us trying to take us to the other world. We prayed the Virgin of Zapopan, and thanks to her the ghost didn’t catch us. We were so frightened we ran all the way to our house. We dedicate this retablo to the Virgin.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar