Last week I went and visited the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Before leaving, I have to admit, I didn’t know the whole story of the apparitions of Our Lady to a poor Mexican man named Juan Diego. I soon immersed myself in the story and learned as much as I could about the miracle that happened on the Hill of Tepeyac in December 1531.
Here is the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
What fascinated me the most on my pilgrimage there was the pure devotion the Mexican people have to Our Lady. There were countless of people there, praying, observing, attending mass, going to confession and meditating. It was beautiful to witness.