A real she-devil came to our town. She looked like a nice, well-educated, friendly lady, but my friends and I were afraid of her. There was always the sulphur smell after she left. But we were so scared and afraid that she could do something to us or our families, we couldn’t refuse to have her when she visited us. She always came for a tea, or a dinner. And she was very voracious. We thank the Blessed Sacrament because on the Holy Week the she-devil disappeared and we haven’t seen her since.

Roberto Jimenez was driving his bus when two criminals came in and started robbing the passengers. But they didn’t know that there was a policeman on that bus. He shot the criminals. Roberto thanks the Virgin of Juquila for nothing happened to him.

We thank the Virgin of Guadalupe, because despite our poverty we always have food on our table and there is a lot of love in our life.

I was desperate when I was fired. I didn’t know how to support my family. Then I had an idea to sell tacos at night. I asked the Virgin of Juquila for help, and thanks to her divine assistance the things are going very well. My tacos are the best in the neighborhood.

Magdaleno Romero
Mexico City

I thank Saint Pancras for protection me every November 2, because that night my bar is filled with the souls of the dead of the town. They come very cheerful to celebrate their Feast with music and mezcal.

Filomeno Arriaga
Oaxaca, Mexico

The National Feast day of our Patroness, Holy Virgin Mary of Guadalupe.

Humberto Medina was caught by police. They tortured him with a bucket of urine. He thanks Saint Pancras with this retablo for he endured it all and didn’t say anything, because he was innocent.

With this retablo, I want to give my condolences to the people of Spain and to condemn the terrorist attacks on the innocent people on the Atocha train station and in the Madrid trains. A lot of people was killed. From the bottom of my heart, I ask the Holy Child of Atocha to not allow this to happen again. I’m lighting up a candle and bringing these flowers in memory of the lost.

Alfredo Vilchis Roque
Mexico City — March 12, 2004

My friend and I, both, were courting Mariana Alcantara, but she couldn’t decide whom to choose. One day she was playing on swings and accidentally hit me in the head with her leg. I was bleeding. Mariana saw my wound and was very worried about it, so she finally agreed to be my girlfriend. I thank the Virgin of Zapopan for this miracle.

The little boy Felipe Lopez had a marvelous idea to put a knife in at a socket. He was hit by a current. His parents thank the Virgin of the Solitude because, despite their son stuttering, nothing serious happened. They ask for his quick recovery.

My husband and I decided to add more variety to our married life. My husband’s idea was very adventurous and reckless. He wanted to jump on me from the wardrobe, like Tarzan. It cost me some bruises and I couldn’t catch my breath for a while. I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe for my husband refrains from these dangerous role plays. Now we are experimenting only with aromatic oils and other pleasant things.

With this retablo, the trapeze artist Maximino Casas give thanks to Saint Barbara for protecting him during his debut in the Chispa circus. He was very nervous and, in spite of practicing a lot, was afraid of falling down. But everything went well.

San Luis Potosi, Mexico

I thank you, Holy Virgin, for protecting my animals from a malignant virus.

Luis H., 1977