The Patron Saint of Hitmen: How San Malverde Became the Narco-Saint by Jeff Callaway

 

The Patron Saint of Hitmen: How San Malverde Became the Narco-Saint

By Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

PART I — ORIGINS, ICONOCLASM, AND FOLK SAINTS

I. Introduction — The Saint Who Never Was

The shrine sits on a dusty corner in Culiacán, Sinaloa, bathed in the sickly glow of neon green light. Inside, candles flicker like desperate prayers made visible, their smoke mingling with incense that cannot quite mask the smell of sweat, beer, and desperation. Dollar bills are pinned to the walls alongside photographs of young men with hard eyes and harder lives. Plastic rifles lean against plaster busts of a mustachioed man wearing a white shirt and black bandana. Flowers wilt in the Mexican heat. Women weep. Mothers pray for sons who will not come home. And narcos—drug runners, enforcers, men whose hands are stained with blood that will not wash clean—kneel before a figure the Catholic Church has never recognized, will never recognize, and explicitly condemns.

Welcome to the church of Jesús Malverde, the patron saint who is not a saint, the holy man who may never have existed, the spiritual protector of criminals who mock the very concept of protection. This is where folk religion meets folk damnation, where the desperate prayers of the poor collide with the twisted theology of the lawless, where something ancient and human—the need to believe someone hears our cries—gets perverted into a spiritual dead end that leads souls not to Christ but to confusion, superstition, and the darkness that masquerades as light.

This is the story of how a bandit became a saint, how criminality got baptized in the language of devotion, how the absence of authentic Catholic evangelization creates spiritual vacuums that fill with whatever demons whisper the sweetest lies. This is the story of San Malverde, and what his veneration reveals about the catastrophic failure of the Church to reach those who need her most, and the desperate, beautiful, terrible hunger for the sacred that persists even in the hearts of those who have chosen damnation.

The stakes here are eternal. When a hitman prays to Malverde for protection before executing a rival, when a drug mule asks this folk saint to make the border crossing safe, when mothers light candles hoping their sons will survive one more deal, one more shipment, one more day in a life that glorifies death—something has gone terribly wrong. Not just culturally. Not just theologically. But spiritually, at the level where souls are won and lost, where the Kingdom of God either breaks through or gets choked out by thorns.

The Catholic Church teaches with crystalline clarity that there is one mediator between God and man, Jesus Christ. The saints—those heroic men and women whose lives bore witness to Christ's transforming grace—intercede for us precisely because they point us to Him, never to themselves. They are windows, not walls. Signposts, not destinations. Their lives were characterized by heroic virtue, by deaths to self that opened into resurrection life. They were examined, investigated, their miracles verified, their teaching tested against the deposit of faith. The process of canonization is rigorous precisely because the Church knows the danger of misdirected devotion, of spiritual energy flowing toward anything other than the Triune God who alone saves.

Jesús Malverde has never been beatified. He has never been canonized. The Church has never approved devotion to him. And yet millions pray to him, millions invoke his name, millions believe he works miracles. This is not inculturation. This is not the beautiful diversity of Catholic expression. This is syncretism, superstition, and spiritual confusion—and it is killing souls.

II. Who Was Jesús Malverde? Myth vs. History

The historical ambiguity surrounding Jesús Malverde is profound and intentional. Unlike the saints of the Church whose lives are documented through witnesses, writings, and verified accounts, Malverde exists in that fog between history and myth where facts dissolve into folklore and truth becomes whatever the storyteller needs it to be. This ambiguity is not accidental—it is essential to his cult. A figure too well-defined cannot be remade in the image of those who worship him.

The legend, such as it is, places Malverde in Sinaloa, Mexico, in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Some accounts claim he was a carpenter, others a tailor, still others a railroad worker who turned to banditry when the poverty of his time made honest labor insufficient for survival. The stories converge on a single narrative thread: Malverde robbed from the rich hacendados and gave to the poor campesinos, a Mexican Robin Hood operating in the mountains and valleys of a state that would later become the heartland of the Sinaloa Cartel.

The name itself tells a story. Malverde means "bad green" in Spanish, reportedly a derisive nickname given by the wealthy landowners whose property he allegedly stole. The green may refer to the mountains where he hid, the vegetation that concealed him, or simply the color of envy and money that motivated both his crimes and his legend. That the poor embraced this insulting name and transformed it into an honorable title speaks to the class warfare embedded in the Malverde mythology from its inception. He was bad, yes, but bad to those who deserved badness, and therefore good to those who deserved goodness.

According to the folk narrative, Malverde was captured and hanged on May 3, 1909, by the governor of Sinaloa, Francisco Cañedo. His body was left to rot as a warning to other would-be bandits, and the authorities forbade anyone from giving him a proper burial. But the people, in an act of defiance and devotion, began throwing stones at his corpse. Each stone became a marker of respect, a burial cairn built one pebble at a time. What began as an execution became a shrine, and what began as a criminal became a saint.

The first miracles attributed to Malverde were humble: lost cattle returned, crops saved from drought, small amounts of money discovered when families faced starvation. These were the miracles that mattered to people for whom survival was never guaranteed and for whom institutional authorities—whether governmental or ecclesiastical—offered little help. Malverde became the saint of those who had no saints, the protector of those whom no one protected.

The shrine in Culiacán grew organically, built not by Church decree but by popular devotion. It sits on Calle Obregón, a simple building that looks more like a botanica than a chapel. Inside, the walls are covered with plaques thanking Malverde for favors granted: surgery survived, deportation avoided, love returned, jobs obtained. Neon signs advertise his intercession. Vendors outside sell Malverde merchandise: candles, statues, oils, incense, prayer cards. The shrine operates round-the-clock, receiving pilgrims at all hours, accepting donations in pesos and dollars, accommodating both the pious and the criminal without distinction.

This shrine is not unique. Malverde devotion has metastasized beyond Sinaloa, crossing borders both geographic and spiritual. Shrines to Malverde exist throughout Mexico and in the United States, particularly in cities with significant Mexican immigrant populations: Los Angeles, Chicago, Phoenix, Houston. These are not official Catholic churches. They are folk temples, spaces where the architecture of Catholicism—candles, prayers, offerings—has been divorced from Catholic theology and married to something else entirely.

The objects of Malverde devotion mirror Catholic sacramentals but lack their sacramental character. People anoint themselves with Malverde oil, believing it will protect them from harm. They light Malverde candles, believing they will bring good fortune. They wear Malverde medallions, believing they function as talismans against arrest, injury, or death. These practices look Catholic, sound Catholic, feel Catholic—but they are not Catholic. They are superstition dressed in the borrowed clothes of faith.

And here is where the story turns dark, where the Robin Hood narrative crashes into the reality of who venerates Malverde today and for what purposes. Because while the shrine in Culiacán still receives poor mothers praying for their children, it also receives narcos praying for successful drug runs, sicarios asking for protection while they murder, smugglers seeking safe passage across borders with human cargo and chemical death. Malverde has become the narco-saint, the patron of a criminal empire that destroys lives, enslaves the poor he supposedly championed, and spreads violence like a sacrament of damnation.

III. Folk Catholicism: Popular Devotion or Spiritual Misfire?

To understand the Malverde phenomenon, we must first understand the distinction between authentic Catholic popular devotion and the spiritual misfires that occur when cultural religiosity becomes unmoored from theological truth. The Catholic Church has always embraced popular piety—the rosaries prayed in homes, the processions through streets, the local customs that incarnate universal truths in particular cultures. These devotions are beautiful precisely because they connect the transcendent God to immanent human experience, making the mysteries of faith tangible, accessible, lived.

But popular devotion must be rooted in and guided by the Magisterium, the teaching authority of the Church that guards the deposit of faith and ensures that local expressions do not contradict universal truths. When this connection is severed, when popular religiosity develops independently of or in opposition to Church teaching, the result is not inculturation but confusion, not diversity but deviation.

The phenomenon of folk saints is not unique to Mexico, nor to Catholicism. Throughout history and across cultures, people have created religious figures to meet needs that official religion seems to ignore. In Mexico, Malverde exists alongside other unapproved devotional figures: Santa Muerte, the skeletal folk saint of death whose cult the Church explicitly condemns; San Juan Soldado, a Mexican soldier executed for a crime he may not have committed; Niño Fidencio, a folk healer whose followers believe he worked miracles. These figures occupy a liminal space between the sacred and the profane, between memory and mythology, between legitimate cultural expression and dangerous superstition.

The Catholic Church distinguishes clearly between canonized saints and folk saints. Canonization is not a democratic process. It is not determined by popular acclaim or cultural consensus. It is a rigorous investigation into whether a person lived a life of heroic virtue in union with Christ, whether miracles can be attributed to their intercession through verification that excludes natural explanation, and whether their life and teaching conform to Catholic doctrine. This process can take decades, even centuries, because the Church knows that the stakes are eternal. To approve devotion to a false saint is to lead souls away from Christ, to redirect spiritual energy toward a void, to create an idol in the place where God should reign.

The Catechism of the Catholic Church addresses superstition directly and unambiguously: "Superstition is the deviation of religious feeling and of the practices this feeling imposes. It can even affect the worship we offer the true God, e.g., when one attributes an importance in some way magical to certain practices otherwise lawful or necessary. To attribute the efficacy of prayers or of sacramental signs to their mere external performance, apart from the interior dispositions that they demand, is to fall into superstition" (CCC 2111).

This teaching cuts to the heart of the Malverde problem. When people attribute supernatural efficacy to Malverde statues, when they believe that lighting a candle to his image will produce results independent of their relationship with God, when they petition him for favors—especially favors that involve protection in sinful activities—they have crossed from devotion into superstition. They have violated the First Commandment, which demands that we worship God alone and refuse to attribute divine power to created things or imagined beings.

Superstition is not harmless. It is not quaint cultural expression. It is a serious spiritual danger because it misdirects the worship and trust that belong to God alone. When a person prays to Malverde instead of to Christ, when they seek his intercession instead of appealing to canonized saints whose lives bore witness to the Gospel, when they place their hope in a folk legend instead of in the God who became flesh to save us—they have turned away from the source of all grace and toward a cistern that holds no water.

The parallel with authentic Catholic devotion makes the deviation even more insidious. Malverde devotees pray novenas, just as Catholics do. They light candles, just as Catholics do. They offer ex-votos, expressions of gratitude for favors received, just as Catholics do. The external forms mimic Catholic practice so closely that the uninformed might not recognize the difference. But the difference is everything. Catholic devotion to saints is always Christocentric, always directed ultimately toward the Triune God, always rooted in the communion of saints who participate in Christ's saving work. Malverde devotion is self-referential, utilitarian, divorced from the redemptive mission of the Church.

Moreover, authentic Catholic saints do not specialize in protecting criminals in their criminal activities. They call sinners to repentance, not to more effective sinning. They intercede for conversion, not for successful drug shipments. They point toward the Cross, where Christ died to free us from sin, not toward the tomb, where sin leads to death. A true saint would never protect a hitman in his killing, a smuggler in his smuggling, a dealer in his dealing. A true saint would call these men to abandon their sin, to seek reconciliation with God and neighbor, to embrace the narrow way that leads to life.

The Church recognizes that folk Catholicism exists on a spectrum. Some popular devotions, while not officially approved, are nevertheless harmless expressions of cultural piety that can be gradually educated toward full communion with Catholic teaching. Others are dangerous syncretisms that blend Catholic imagery with practices fundamentally incompatible with Christian faith—brujería, spiritism, magical thinking. Malverde devotion increasingly falls into the latter category, especially as it has become entwined with narco-culture and the spiritual rationalization of violence.

IV. Malverde's Role in Narco-Culture

The transformation of Jesús Malverde from folk hero to narco-saint did not happen overnight, but it was perhaps inevitable given the structural realities of Sinaloa and the spiritual vacuum in communities where the Church's presence has weakened or where her message has been diluted by cultural compromise. Sinaloa is the birthplace not only of the Malverde legend but also of the Sinaloa Cartel, one of the most powerful and violent drug trafficking organizations in the world. This is not coincidence. The same soil that grew the mythology of the generous bandit also grew the reality of the ruthless narco.

The adoption of Malverde by cartel members, drug traffickers, and sicarios represents a profound corruption of whatever populist sentiment may have originally motivated his veneration. Where the early devotees may have seen a champion of the poor, modern narcos see a supernatural fixer, a spiritual bodyguard who will protect them in their criminal enterprises. DEA reports and journalistic investigations have documented Malverde statues seized in cartel safehouses, Malverde images tattooed on the bodies of arrested traffickers, Malverde shrines built with drug money in homes and hideouts throughout Mexico and the United States.

The logic is perverse but internally consistent: if Malverde was a bandit who defied unjust authorities, then modern criminals who defy law enforcement are following in his footsteps. If Malverde protected himself through cunning and courage, then his intercession can protect them. If Malverde cared for the poor by redistributing wealth through theft, then drug dealers who provide income to impoverished communities are doing his work. The reasoning is sophistical, but for those desperate for spiritual justification of material choices, it suffices.

Narcocorridos, the ballads that celebrate drug culture, frequently invoke Malverde alongside Jesus Christ, the Virgin of Guadalupe, and other Catholic figures. These songs tell stories of narcos who pray to Malverde before major deals, who credit him with narrow escapes from police, who build chapels in his honor with their profits. The music functions as oral theology for communities where formal catechesis is absent, where the stories people tell shape the truths they believe. When the dominant narrative says Malverde protects the brave and rewards the bold, regardless of the morality of their actions, a generation grows up believing that sanctity and criminality can coexist, that God's favor can rest on those who deal death.

This represents a catastrophic inversion of Christian teaching. The Gospel message is unambiguous: "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand" (Matthew 3:2). Jesus called sinners not to continue in their sin with divine protection but to abandon their sin and follow Him. He told the woman caught in adultery, "Go and sin no more" (John 8:11). He called Zacchaeus the tax collector not to be a better tax collector but to restore what he had stolen and distribute his wealth to the poor (Luke 19:1-10). The saints throughout history have been characterized by radical conversion, by dramatic breaks with their former lives, by lives poured out in service to God and neighbor.

Malverde, as venerated today, offers no such call to conversion. Instead, he offers protection in sin, success in crime, survival in a life that leads to death. This is not intercession; it is delusion. This is not devotion; it is damnation dressed as piety. And the fact that this cult thrives, that it spreads, that it captures the imagination and devotion of millions, reveals the depth of the spiritual crisis in communities where the Church has failed to evangelize effectively.

The syncretism extends beyond merely Catholic imagery. Malverde devotion often blends with practices drawn from brujería, Mexican folk magic that predates Christianity and persists alongside it. Devotees may ask a curandera to bless their Malverde statue, may combine prayers to Malverde with spells for protection, may offer him not only candles and flowers but also tequila, cigarettes, and money—offerings more characteristic of animistic practice than Christian devotion. This blending creates a spiritual hodgepodge that has the appearance of religion but lacks its substance, that performs the rituals of faith without embracing its truths.

The psychological dynamic is understandable even as it is tragic. For those living in cartel-controlled territories, both the law and the lawless represent threats. Police may be corrupt, may arrest the innocent, may demand bribes. Cartels may recruit by force, may punish perceived disloyalty with torture and death, may destroy any who refuse to cooperate. In such an environment, where does one turn for protection? The official Church may seem distant, concerned with abstract theology rather than immediate survival. God may seem silent, unresponsive to prayers that feel like screaming into a void. But Malverde, the bandit saint, the outlaw who understands what it means to be hunted, who lived and died outside the system—he seems accessible, relevant, effective.

This is the tragedy: that in the absence of authentic Catholic presence, people create the religion they need rather than embracing the faith that saves. They fashion gods in their own image, gods who approve their choices, gods who ask nothing of them except offerings and prayers. These are not the saints of the Catholic Church, those heroes who call us to uncomfortable holiness, who challenge our compromises, who witness to a Kingdom not of this world. These are spiritual projections, created to sanctify what should be condemned and to ease consciences that should be troubled.

PART II — THEOLOGICAL CRITIQUE, CULTURAL CRASH, AND MISSIONARY RESPONSE

V. Theological Examination — A Saintless Saint

The Catholic understanding of sainthood is both profound and precise, rooted in two millennia of theological development and spiritual discernment. Saints are not cultural celebrities who achieved posthumous fame. They are not folk heroes whose legends capture popular imagination. They are men and women whose lives bore witness to the transforming power of God's grace, who cooperated so fully with that grace that they became windows through which others could see Christ more clearly. The Catechism teaches that the saints are "models and intercessors" (CCC 828), meaning they show us how to live the Christian life and they pray for us before the throne of God.

This understanding begins with the recognition that all holiness flows from Christ. As Saint Paul wrote, "For God has made him the head over all things for the church, which is his body, the fullness of the one who fills all things in every way" (Ephesians 1:22-23). The saints do not possess their own independent spiritual power. They participate in Christ's life through baptism and sustained cooperation with grace. Their ability to intercede for us derives entirely from their union with Christ in glory, where they share in His priestly work of mediation.

The process of canonization exists precisely to verify this reality. When the Church investigates a candidate for sainthood, she examines whether that person lived the theological virtues—faith, hope, and charity—to a heroic degree. She investigates whether miracles can be authentically attributed to that person's intercession, miracles that demonstrate God's approval of the veneration being offered. She studies the candidate's writings and teachings to ensure conformity with Catholic doctrine. She examines witnesses who knew the person in life, seeking evidence of genuine holiness rather than mere external piety. This process can take decades because the Church will not rush into approving devotion that might lead souls astray.

Jesús Malverde fails every criterion for Catholic sainthood, beginning with the most basic: historical verification of his existence. The Church cannot canonize a legend, a mythological figure whose life story varies depending on who tells it. Even if we accept the most generous interpretation of the Malverde narrative—that he was a real person who robbed from the rich to give to the poor—his life as narrated does not exhibit heroic virtue in the Catholic sense. Theft, even theft motivated by desire to help the poor, violates the Seventh Commandment. Robin Hood, for all his literary charm, is not a model of Christian discipleship.

But the problem extends far beyond Malverde's alleged thievery. The issue is what he has become in contemporary devotion: a spiritual patron of criminals who pray to him precisely to succeed in their crimes. When a sicario prays to Malverde before assassinating a rival cartel member, he is asking for divine assistance in mortal sin. When a drug smuggler invokes Malverde to protect a shipment of narcotics that will destroy lives and communities, he is seeking supernatural aid in spreading death. When a mother lights a candle to Malverde asking him to protect her son who sells drugs, she is praying for her child to succeed in sin rather than repent of it.

This represents a fundamental inversion of the Christian understanding of intercession. The saints in heaven do not assist us in sinning more effectively. They do not protect us in our rebellion against God. They intercede for our conversion, our sanctification, our ultimate salvation. Saint Augustine, who knew something about the struggle against sin, prayed, "Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet." But when grace finally conquered his will, he did not pray, "Help me sin more cleverly." He prayed for transformation, for death to the old self, for resurrection into new life.

The distinction between intercession and superstition is critical here. Catholic teaching affirms that we can ask the saints to pray for us because they are alive in Christ and because the prayers of the righteous are powerful (James 5:16). But this intercession only makes sense within the communion of saints, the reality that all who are in Christ—whether on earth or in heaven—participate in His mystical body. The saints intercede by praying to God on our behalf, not by exercising their own supernatural power. They are intermediaries, not independent operators.

Malverde devotion, especially in its narco-cultural expression, treats him as possessing his own power to grant favors, to protect from harm, to ensure success. This is not intercession; it is magic. It attributes to a created being—or, more accurately, to an imaginary being—the power that belongs to God alone. It seeks results apart from relationship with God, effectiveness apart from moral transformation, protection apart from conversion. This is precisely what the Catechism condemns as superstition.

The First Commandment could not be clearer: "I am the Lord your God; you shall not have strange gods before me" (Exodus 20:2-3). The Catechism expands on this, teaching that the First Commandment "requires man to nurture and protect his faith with prudence and vigilance, and to reject everything that is opposed to it" (CCC 2088). Superstition opposes faith because it places confidence in created things rather than in the Creator, because it seeks power through manipulation of spiritual forces rather than through submission to God's will, because it fundamentally misunderstands the nature of divine grace.

When we compare Malverde devotion to authentic Catholic veneration of saints, the contrasts become stark. Consider Saint Martin de Porres, a Dominican brother in colonial Peru who served the poor with heroic charity. He fed the hungry, healed the sick, and treated slaves and masters with equal dignity. His miracles were acts of mercy: multiplying food for the starving, healing diseases that no medicine could cure, appearing in multiple places simultaneously to assist those in need. He never used his spiritual gifts to protect wrongdoers in their wrongdoing. He called all people to conversion and holiness.

Or consider Saint Juan Diego, the indigenous Mexican to whom Our Lady of Guadalupe appeared. He was a poor man whom the Virgin chose to bear her message to the bishop, a message of love and conversion that would transform Mexico. The tilma bearing her image became a focal point for evangelization, drawing millions to authentic Catholic faith. Juan Diego's life was characterized by humility, obedience, and single-hearted devotion to Christ through Mary. He never became a symbol of resistance to legitimate authority, never a patron of those who profit from others' suffering.

These saints were poor, as Malverde's devotees are poor. They understood suffering, as he allegedly understood suffering. But they responded to poverty and injustice not with criminality but with sanctity, not with theft but with trust in divine providence, not with violence but with the witness of love that conquers death. This is the Catholic vision of sainthood: not escape from suffering but transformation through suffering, not protection from the Cross but embrace of the Cross as the path to resurrection.

The veneration of Malverde, particularly when it involves petitioning him to protect criminal activity, represents a theological dead end. It offers false hope, promising security in a way of life that leads to destruction. It baptizes violence and greed in the language of devotion. It takes the beautiful Catholic truth that heaven is interested in our lives and perverts it into the lie that heaven will help us sin successfully. This is not a minor theological error. This is a fundamental misunderstanding of who God is, what salvation means, and how grace operates in human lives.

VI. Cultural Desperation and Spiritual Vacuum

To condemn Malverde devotion without understanding the cultural and economic realities that sustain it is to miss half the truth. The question is not simply why people venerate an unapproved folk saint, but why they find him more compelling than the authentic saints offered by the Church, why they turn to a bandit rather than to the Bishop of Rome, why a chapel in Culiacán draws more devotion than many Catholic parishes.

The answer lies in the intersection of poverty, violence, institutional failure, and spiritual hunger. In the regions where Malverde devotion thrives—Sinaloa and other Mexican states ravaged by cartel violence, immigrant communities in the United States facing economic precarity and legal vulnerability—people experience a desperation that comfortable middle-class Catholics can barely imagine. They live in places where police cannot be trusted because they are often on cartel payrolls, where government provides few services and less justice, where the choice may be between poverty and participation in the drug economy, between hunger and compromise with evil.

In such contexts, the institutional Catholic Church can seem distant, bureaucratic, concerned with maintaining its own structures rather than addressing immediate needs. The Church teaches beautiful truths about human dignity, solidarity with the poor, and the preferential option for the marginalized. But if those truths do not translate into tangible presence—into priests who know their people's names, into parishes that function as communities of mutual support, into catechesis that addresses real questions rather than abstract doctrines—then the Church's message, however true, may fail to reach hearts that desperately need to hear it.

Malverde fills this vacuum not because he is more powerful than Christ or more compassionate than His saints, but because his cult is accessible, immediate, and requires no theological sophistication. You do not need to understand Trinitarian doctrine to light a candle to Malverde. You do not need to confess your sins to ask his protection. You do not need to change your life to receive his favors. He meets people where they are and asks nothing of them except offerings and prayers. He is, in the perverse logic of folk religion, easier than Jesus.

The myth of protection versus the Christian promise of redemption represents two fundamentally different visions of what salvation means. Narcos pray to Malverde for temporal protection: protection from arrest, from rival cartels, from violence. They want to survive, to succeed, to accumulate wealth and power. They measure his effectiveness by whether they escape prosecution, whether their drug shipments arrive safely, whether their enemies die and they live. This is salvation as survival, spirituality as self-interest, religion as a tool for achieving worldly success.

The Christian Gospel offers something entirely different. Christ does not promise to protect us from suffering; He promises to transform our suffering into glory. He does not guarantee worldly success; He calls us to take up our Cross and follow Him to Calvary. He does not offer escape from death; He offers resurrection through death. This is a harder message, a more demanding faith, a salvation that requires us to die to self rather than protect self at all costs.

Yet this harder message is also the truth. The narco who prays to Malverde for protection may escape arrest today, but he cannot escape judgment forever. The wages of sin is death (Romans 6:23), and no folk saint can change that equation. The drug dealer who seeks Malverde's favor may grow wealthy, but he enriches himself by impoverishing others, by spreading addiction and despair, by participating in a trade that destroys families and communities. The sicario who invokes Malverde before killing may survive another day, but he bears the mark of Cain, the blood of his victims crying out from the ground (Genesis 4:10).

The comparison with historic Catholic popular devotions reveals what has been lost. Devotion to Our Lady of Guadalupe emerged from an authentic encounter between heaven and earth, verified by the miraculous image on Juan Diego's tilma and confirmed by the conversions of millions. Devotion to Saint Jude Thaddeus, patron of hopeless cases, arose from the ancient tradition of the Church and was approved precisely because Jude's intercession led people to Christ, not away from Him. These devotions are rooted in Scripture, tested by tradition, and approved by the Magisterium. They exist within the communion of saints, pointing always toward Christ as the source of all grace.

Malverde devotion, by contrast, exists in tension with and often in opposition to Church teaching. It is not approved, not Christocentric, not oriented toward conversion and holiness. It promises what it cannot deliver and asks nothing that God requires. It is spirituality without discipleship, devotion without transformation, religion without righteousness.

The Church welcomes folk piety and seeks to discern what is authentic within it, purifying what is misguided and elevating what is true. But this process of discernment requires pastoral presence, catechetical instruction, and the courage to distinguish between cultural expression and spiritual error. When the Church is absent or silent, when she fails to engage culture with both truth and compassion, the vacuum fills with whatever spiritual forces are available—and those forces are not always benign.

VII. Evangelization in the Shadows

The crisis of Malverde devotion is ultimately a crisis of evangelization. It reveals mission fields that have been neglected, populations that have been inadequately catechized, communities where the Church's presence has weakened or where her message has been compromised. The barrios of Mexican cities, the rural villages of Sinaloa, the immigrant neighborhoods of American cities—these are places where the Gospel needs to be preached with renewed vigor, where authentic Catholic faith needs to be taught with clarity and lived with conviction.

The challenge is immense. These are often places of violence where priests face threats from cartels who do not welcome moral challenges to their authority. They are places of poverty where the Church must address both spiritual and material needs, offering not only the Bread of Life but also assistance with the bread that perishes. They are places of cultural complexity where folk Catholicism is deeply ingrained, where people genuinely believe they are practicing their faith even as they participate in practices the Church condemns.

The Church's response to Malverde devotion has been inconsistent. Some bishops and priests have explicitly condemned it, explaining that Malverde is not a saint and that devotion to him is incompatible with Catholic faith. Others have remained silent, perhaps fearing that direct confrontation will alienate people who are already on the margins of Church life. Still others have attempted a pastoral approach, acknowledging the legitimate needs that Malverde devotion attempts to meet while redirecting people toward authentic Catholic saints and practices.

Each approach has its merits and its limitations. Outright condemnation speaks the truth clearly but may drive devotees away from the Church entirely. Silence avoids conflict but allows error to flourish unchallenged. Pastoral accommodation respects people's cultural contexts but may fail to articulate clear boundaries between what the Church approves and what she condemns. The ideal response would combine all three elements: clear teaching about Catholic doctrine, compassionate understanding of why people turn to Malverde, and concrete pastoral initiatives that address the needs his cult attempts to meet.

This requires, first and foremost, authentic catechesis on the nature of sainthood and the communion of saints. People need to understand that the saints are not magical fixers but witnesses to Christ, not independent spiritual powers but intercessors who direct us to God. They need to learn the difference between intercession and superstition, between asking the saints to pray for us and treating them as sources of supernatural power. They need to discover the real saints whose lives speak to their experiences—saints who were poor, who suffered injustice, who lived in violent times, but who responded with holiness rather than criminality.

Second, the Church must provide compelling alternatives to Malverde devotion. This means promoting devotion to authentic saints who resonate with the cultural and economic realities of those tempted by folk religion. Saint Oscar Romero, the Salvadoran archbishop martyred for his defense of the poor, speaks powerfully to questions of justice and solidarity. Saint Toribio Romo, a Mexican priest martyred during the Cristero War and popularly invoked by migrants, offers a Church-approved intercessor for those facing the dangers of border crossing. Our Lady of Guadalupe, whose apparition transformed Mexico, provides a maternal presence that addresses the deep need for divine compassion and care.

Third, evangelization in these contexts must be holistic, addressing both spiritual and material needs. The Church's social teaching provides resources for confronting the structural injustices that make the drug trade attractive to desperate populations. Catholic charities can provide economic alternatives, job training, education, and social services that reduce dependence on criminal enterprises. Parish communities can function as networks of mutual support, offering the solidarity and belonging that cartels promise but cannot truly deliver.

Fourth, the Church needs priests and missionaries willing to enter these difficult mission territories, to live among the people, to know them by name, to suffer with them and for them. This is costly discipleship. It may mean facing threats from cartels who do not want their recruits hearing about repentance and conversion. It may mean living in poverty alongside those being serve. It may mean dying for the Gospel, as so many martyrs have throughout Christian history. But without this incarnational presence, without pastors who smell like their sheep, the institutional Church will remain distant and Malverde will continue to seem more accessible than Christ.

Fifth, evangelization must include clear moral teaching that does not compromise with evil even while showing compassion for those trapped in evil circumstances. The Church must say clearly that drug trafficking is a grave sin, that violence destroys both victim and perpetrator, that no amount of charitable redistribution can justify criminal acquisition. At the same time, she must offer paths to conversion, sacramental reconciliation for those who repent, and concrete assistance for those seeking to leave the narco life. The Gospel message is always both comfort and challenge, both mercy and truth, both invitation and demand.

Finally, the Church must reclaim the category of the sacred from those who have perverted it. Malverde devotion thrives partly because it offers the sense that heaven is interested in the everyday struggles of ordinary people, that the spiritual realm intersects with the material realm, that there are powers greater than the cartels and the corrupt authorities. These instincts are not wrong—they are deeply Catholic. The error lies in directing them toward a false object. The task of evangelization is to redirect this spiritual hunger toward its true fulfillment in Christ and His saints.

This is not a task for the faint of heart or for those who prefer their Catholicism comfortable and culturally acceptable. This is frontier evangelization, missionary work in places where the Gospel is contested, where proclaiming Christ means confronting the powers of darkness both spiritual and temporal. It requires the courage of the first apostles who brought the Gospel to pagan Rome, the zeal of the missionary saints who evangelized the Americas, the prophetic voice of those who speak truth to power regardless of the cost.

VIII. Conclusion — True Saints in a Fallen World

The story of San Malverde is ultimately a story about spiritual hunger and how that hunger gets fed when the Church fails to provide authentic nourishment. It is a story about human desperation and the false consolations that flourish when true hope is absent. It is a story about the collision between folk culture and Catholic doctrine, between popular religiosity and theological truth, between what people want to believe and what the Church teaches. Most profoundly, it is a story about souls—millions of souls—who are seeking the sacred in all the wrong places because they have not encountered the Sacred Heart of Jesus in the life of His Church.

Malverde is a symptom, not a solution. His veneration reveals the depth of poverty—material and spiritual—that afflicts communities where the Church's presence is weak. It exposes the failure of evangelization in places where catechesis has been shallow, where sacramental life is irregular, where the Gospel has been proclaimed without power. It demonstrates what happens when people's legitimate needs for protection, provision, and supernatural assistance are met not by authentic Catholic faith but by syncretistic folk religion that borrows Catholic forms while rejecting Catholic substance.

The challenge to believers is clear and urgent: we must reclaim authentic devotion to the saints from the superstition that masquerades as piety. We must teach our people—especially those most vulnerable to the attraction of folk saints—that the communion of saints is a real and powerful reality, that we have authentic intercessors in heaven who care about our needs and our struggles, but that these saints point us always to Christ and never to themselves, that their intercession is always oriented toward our conversion and sanctification and never toward our success in sin.

We must recover the truth that the saints are models before they are intercessors, that their lives challenge us to holiness before their prayers support us in our weakness. We must present saints who actually lived, who struggled with the same temptations we face, who chose Christ over comfort, righteousness over survival, eternal life over temporal prosperity. We must tell the stories of Saint Miguel Pro, the Mexican Jesuit priest who ministered to Catholics during persecution and was martyred by firing squad, who faced death crying "Viva Cristo Rey!" We must preach about Saint Damien of Molokai, who lived among lepers and died a leper himself. We must hold up Saint Teresa of Calcutta, who found Christ in the distressing disguise of the poorest of the poor.

These are the saints who should capture our imagination, who should receive our devotion, who should inspire our imitation. Not because they protected criminals in their crimes but because they challenged sinners to repent. Not because they promised worldly success but because they embodied the Beatitudes, blessed in poverty, mourning, meekness, hunger for righteousness, mercy, purity, peacemaking, and persecution for the sake of the Gospel (Matthew 5:3-10). Not because they sanctified the status quo but because they proclaimed a Kingdom not of this world, a Kingdom that demands we leave our nets and follow the Lord, a Kingdom that costs everything and gives everything in return.

The darkness revealed by Malverde devotion is real and deep. In the candles burning before his image, we see the desperation of those who have no other hope. In the prayers offered to a bandit, we hear the cries of those who believe no legitimate authority will hear them. In the offerings left at his shrine, we witness the spiritual hunger that persists even in places where the Church seems absent. This darkness is not something to dismiss or condemn from a distance. It is something to enter, to illuminate with the light of Christ, to transform through the power of the Gospel.

But that transformation requires the Church to be present where Malverde is venerated, to offer what he cannot: authentic communion with the living God, real forgiveness for real sins, genuine hope for eternal life, a community of faith that supports its members through suffering and calls them to holiness. It requires Catholics who are willing to be saints in places where sanctity is costly, who will witness to Christ where that witness may lead to martyrdom, who will proclaim the Gospel where the Gospel is resisted and rejected.

The final word belongs not to Malverde, who is at best a memory and at worst a demonic deception. The final word belongs to Christ, who said, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me" (John 14:6). The narco-saint reveals the glory of the real saints precisely by contrast. Where Malverde offers protection in sin, the saints offer liberation from sin. Where Malverde promises temporal safety, the saints promise eternal salvation. Where Malverde asks only for offerings, the saints demand everything—and in demanding everything, they reveal that everything we surrender to Christ is returned to us transformed, purified, glorified.

The communities that venerate Malverde do not need our condescension. They need our compassion, our presence, our witness to the truth that sets free. They need to encounter Catholics whose lives demonstrate that authentic faith is more compelling than folk religion, that the saints of the Church are more powerful than the saints of the streets, that the God who became flesh in Jesus Christ is more merciful than any folk legend and more just than any criminal enterprise.

This is the mission before us: to evangelize not from comfort but from the trenches, not from distance but from proximity, not with words alone but with lives laid down in service to those who are perishing. The patron saint of hitmen reveals our failure. But in that failure is also an invitation—to become the saints that this generation desperately needs, to proclaim the Christ who alone can save, to build the Church that can withstand the gates of hell.

The narco-saint is a lie. But the hunger he represents is real. And that hunger will only be satisfied when the Church becomes what she is called to be: the Body of Christ present in the world, the sacrament of salvation, the light shining in the darkness that the darkness cannot overcome. This is our task. This is our calling. This is the evangelization that these times demand and that the love of Christ compels. May we have the courage to undertake it, the wisdom to do it well, and the grace to see it through to the end, for the glory of God and the salvation of souls.

The Patron Saint of Hitmen: How San Malverde Became the Narco-Saint

PART II — THE SPIRITUAL BATTLEFIELD AND THE CALL TO AUTHENTIC WITNESS

IX. The Theology of False Protection

The fundamental error embedded in Malverde devotion is the belief that spiritual forces can be manipulated to serve temporal ends disconnected from moral transformation. This is ancient heresy dressed in modern clothes, the perennial temptation to use religion as a tool for achieving worldly success rather than submitting to God's will for our sanctification. It is Simon Magus offering money for the power of the Holy Spirit (Acts 8:18-19), the magicians of Pharaoh's court attempting to replicate the signs God worked through Moses (Exodus 7:11-12), the sons of Sceva trying to invoke Jesus' name for their own purposes without submitting to Jesus as Lord (Acts 19:13-16).

The Catholic Church has confronted this temptation throughout her history and has responded with consistent teaching: God cannot be manipulated, grace cannot be controlled, and supernatural power exercised apart from union with Christ is either illusion or demonic deception. The sacraments work not because we perform the correct ritual but because Christ works through them when we approach with faith and proper disposition. The saints intercede not because we light the right candles or recite the correct prayers but because they participate in Christ's priestly work and pray according to His will. Prayer is answered not when we discover the magic formula but when we align our wills with the Father's will, praying "Thy will be done" rather than demanding our will be served.

Malverde devotion, particularly in its narco-cultural expression, inverts this entire theological framework. It treats the spiritual realm as a resource to be exploited, a supernatural advantage to be gained, a cosmic insurance policy against the consequences of sin. The narco who prays to Malverde before a drug run is not seeking conversion; he is seeking competitive advantage. He wants divine assistance in committing mortal sin more effectively. This is not faith; it is presumption. It is not devotion; it is spiritual manipulation.

Scripture warns repeatedly against this perversion of religion. The prophet Isaiah condemned those who "call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness" (Isaiah 5:20). Jesus warned that "not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven" (Matthew 7:21). Saint James wrote that "faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead" (James 2:17), and that even demons believe in God and tremble (James 2:19). Mere acknowledgment of spiritual reality, even fervent prayer and devotional practice, means nothing if divorced from moral transformation and submission to God's commandments.

The Catechism addresses this directly when discussing the virtue of religion and its corruption through superstition: "Idolatry not only refers to false pagan worship. It remains a constant temptation to faith. Idolatry consists in divinizing what is not God. Man commits idolatry whenever he honors and reveres a creature in place of God, whether this be gods or demons (for example, satanism), power, pleasure, race, ancestors, the state, money, etc." (CCC 2113). Malverde devotion, insofar as it attributes to a created being—or to a fictional legend—the power to protect and prosper apart from God's grace, falls squarely within this definition of idolatry.

Moreover, the specific content of the prayers offered to Malverde compounds the theological error. When a hitman asks Malverde to protect him while he murders, he is asking a spiritual being to assist him in violating the Fifth Commandment: "You shall not kill" (Exodus 20:13). When a drug smuggler invokes Malverde to ensure safe passage of narcotics, he is asking for help in spreading addiction and death, in profiting from others' weakness and desperation. When a cartel leader builds a Malverde shrine with drug money, he is attempting to sanctify wealth acquired through exploitation and violence. These prayers are not merely misdirected; they are morally monstrous.

The Catholic tradition distinguishes between venial sin, which wounds our relationship with God but does not destroy it, and mortal sin, which severs that relationship entirely and leads to spiritual death if unrepented. For sin to be mortal, three conditions must be met: the matter must be grave, the person must have full knowledge of the gravity, and the person must give full consent of the will (CCC 1857). Drug trafficking, human smuggling, murder for hire, and the systematic violence perpetrated by cartels all involve gravely evil matter. Those who participate in these activities with knowledge and consent commit mortal sin and endanger their eternal salvation.

To pray for success in such activities is to compound the sin, to involve the spiritual realm in one's rebellion against God. It is to do what Satan offered Jesus in the wilderness: to worship the wrong master in exchange for worldly power and protection (Matthew 4:8-10). Jesus' response was unequivocal: "The Lord, your God, shall you worship and him alone shall you serve" (Matthew 4:10). Malverde devotion among narcos is the worship of a false god in exchange for false protection, and both the worship and the protection are lies that lead to death.

X. The Casualties of Spiritual Confusion

The human cost of the Malverde phenomenon extends far beyond theological error. Behind the statistics about drug trafficking and cartel violence are real people whose lives have been destroyed by the industry that Malverde allegedly protects. The mother whose son overdosed on heroin that crossed the border under Malverde's supposed protection. The child orphaned when cartel violence killed both parents. The young woman trafficked into prostitution by organizations that invoke Malverde before their criminal operations. The communities devastated by addiction, violence, and the corruption that drug money brings. These are the casualties of an industry that Malverde devotion spiritually legitimizes.

The spiritual casualties are equally devastating. Every person who prays to Malverde instead of turning to Christ in repentance is a soul led away from salvation. Every child raised to believe that Malverde is a saint is a child catechized into theological error. Every community where Malverde shrines are more prominent than Catholic churches is a community where the Gospel has failed to take root or has been choked out by cultural syncretism. These casualties may be invisible to secular authorities, but they are written in the Book of Life, and they will matter for eternity.

Consider the young man recruited by a cartel at fifteen, offered a choice between poverty and power, between invisibility and respect. He chooses the cartel because it offers him what legitimate society cannot: income, identity, belonging. He is given a gun and a Malverde medallion, told that the saint will protect him if he is loyal and brave. He commits his first murder at sixteen, praying to Malverde before pulling the trigger. He survives that hit and ten more, each time crediting Malverde with his protection. He builds a shrine in his home, lights candles, leaves offerings. He believes he is religious, pious even, because he maintains his devotion while his associates do not.

Then at twenty-two, his protection fails. A rival cartel ambushes him, and the bullets find their mark despite the Malverde medallion around his neck. He dies in the street, bleeding out in the Sinaloan dust, his last thoughts confusion: why did Malverde abandon him? He dies having never truly encountered Christ, having never heard the Gospel proclaimed with power, having never been offered the grace of repentance and reconciliation. He dies in mortal sin, his devotion to a false saint having led him not to heaven but to judgment.

This is not a hypothetical scenario. This is the reality for thousands of young men caught in the narco economy, spiritually malnourished by a folk religion that promises protection in sin rather than liberation from sin. Their blood cries out from the ground, and the Church must answer that cry not with condemnation but with proclamation, not with judgment but with the offer of mercy that only Christ can provide.

Or consider the grandmother who lights candles to Malverde for her grandson's safety. She knows he is involved in drug trafficking. She weeps over his choices, fears for his soul. But she does not know how to call him to repentance because her own faith is a confused mixture of Catholic imagery and folk superstition. She prays the rosary and visits the Malverde shrine, sees no contradiction between devotion to the Virgin Mary and devotion to the narco-saint. She loves her grandson and wants him safe, and Malverde is the saint people say protects those in her grandson's profession. She is not malicious. She is not intentionally leading her grandson away from Christ. She is simply doing what her culture has taught her, practicing the religion she inherited, unaware that it is spiritually bankrupt.

When the Church fails to reach people like this grandmother with clear teaching, when priests are absent or silent, when catechesis is shallow or nonexistent, we abandon souls to confusion and error. We leave them vulnerable to spiritual forces that promise much and deliver nothing but death. We fail in our mission to make disciples of all nations (Matthew 28:19), to teach them to observe all that Christ commanded, to be the light of the world that cannot be hidden (Matthew 5:14).

XI. The Economic Dimension of Spiritual Deception

The Malverde cult is not merely a spiritual phenomenon; it is also an economic one. The shrine in Culiacán operates as a business, selling candles, statues, oils, and other devotional items. Vendors cluster around it, hawking Malverde merchandise to pilgrims and tourists alike. This commercialization of folk devotion creates financial incentives for perpetuating and expanding the cult, regardless of its theological legitimacy or spiritual consequences.

This economic dimension intersects tragically with the drug economy itself. Cartel members who credit Malverde with their success often donate substantial sums to his shrine, effectively tithing their drug profits to a false saint. This money then funds the infrastructure that perpetuates Malverde devotion, creating a self-reinforcing cycle: the drug trade funds the shrine, the shrine legitimizes the drug trade, and both flourish while souls perish.

The Catholic Church, by contrast, teaches that money gained through sin cannot sanctify the sinner. The prophet Isaiah proclaimed God's word: "When you spread out your hands, I will hide my eyes from you; though you make many prayers, I will not listen; your hands are full of blood" (Isaiah 1:15). The solution is not more generous donations but moral conversion: "Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean; remove the evil of your doings from before my eyes; cease to do evil, learn to do good" (Isaiah 1:16-17). Malverde's shrine accepts blood money without demanding conversion, offering cheap grace that costs nothing and saves no one.

The economic exploitation extends to the poor communities where Malverde is most venerated. Families struggling to survive spend their limited resources on candles and offerings to a saint who cannot help them, money that could purchase food or medicine or education. They are told that Malverde rewards the faithful, that their petitions will be answered if they demonstrate sufficient devotion. When their prayers go unanswered, when their sons die in cartel violence or their daughters are trafficked or their homes are destroyed in turf wars, they are left not only materially impoverished but spiritually devastated, having placed their hope in a broken cistern that holds no water (Jeremiah 2:13).

The contrast with authentic Catholic social teaching is stark. The Church has always maintained a preferential option for the poor, calling for economic systems that serve human dignity rather than exploit human vulnerability. The Catechism teaches that "the Church has rejected the totalitarian and atheistic ideologies associated in modern times with 'communism' or 'socialism.' She has likewise refused to accept, in the practice of 'capitalism,' individualism and the absolute primacy of the law of the marketplace over human labor" (CCC 2425). Instead, the Church advocates for economic arrangements that respect the dignity of work, ensure just wages, and protect the vulnerable from exploitation.

Malverde devotion, intertwined as it is with the narco economy, represents the antithesis of this teaching. The drug trade exploits the poor at every level: farmers in rural Mexico who grow poppies because no legitimate crop pays enough to survive, mules who risk their lives transporting drugs because they have no other economic options, addicts in American cities whose desperation is monetized by dealers who see them as revenue streams rather than human beings. Malverde's alleged protection of this system makes him not a champion of the poor but their betrayer, not their advocate but their oppressor.

XII. The Demonic Dimension

To discuss the demonic in connection with Malverde devotion is not to engage in superstitious fear-mongering but to take seriously the Catholic understanding of spiritual warfare. The Church teaches that Satan and the demons are real, that they actively seek the destruction of souls, and that they often disguise themselves as angels of light to deceive the faithful (2 Corinthians 11:14). The question is not whether evil spirits exist but whether they might exploit misdirected devotion for their purposes.

The Catechism is clear about Satan's activity: "Satan or the devil and the other demons are fallen angels who have freely refused to serve God and his plan. Their choice against God is definitive. They try to associate man in their revolt against God" (CCC 414). One primary tactic of demonic deception is to offer counterfeits of authentic spiritual goods: false peace instead of true peace, false protection instead of God's providence, false devotion instead of worship of the living God.

Malverde devotion, particularly when invoked to protect gravely sinful activities, opens a door to demonic influence. When a person prays to a false saint for help in committing murder, trafficking drugs, or exploiting the vulnerable, that person is inviting spiritual powers into complicity with evil. Whether those powers are merely human self-deception or actively demonic is perhaps less important than recognizing that the spiritual direction is away from God, away from grace, away from salvation.

The fruit of Malverde devotion provides evidence of its spiritual source. Jesus taught, "By their fruits you will know them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?" (Matthew 7:16). The fruits of narco-Malverde devotion include: violence that destroys communities, addiction that enslaves souls, corruption that perverts justice, wealth that is stolen from the poor and given to the powerful, families torn apart by incarceration and death, children orphaned, women widowed, entire regions terrorized. These are not the fruits of the Holy Spirit—love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control (Galatians 5:22-23). These are the fruits of the kingdom of darkness.

This is not to say that every person who venerates Malverde is consciously serving Satan. Many are simply confused, inadequately catechized, doing what their culture has taught them without understanding the theological or spiritual implications. But ignorance does not negate reality. A person who drinks poison thinking it is medicine will still die. A soul that seeks spiritual nourishment from a poisoned well will still be harmed, regardless of good intentions.

The Church's ministry of exorcism and deliverance exists precisely because demonic oppression is real and because misdirected devotion can create vulnerabilities to demonic influence. Exorcists report that involvement in folk magic, syncretistic practices, and devotion to unapproved spiritual figures can open doors to demonic activity. The solution is not fear but truth, not paranoia but proper formation in Catholic doctrine and sacramental life.

XIII. The Path Forward: Reclaiming Lost Sheep

If Malverde devotion represents a spiritual crisis, then the Church's response must be missionary in nature, pastoral in approach, and uncompromising in truth. We cannot simply condemn those who venerate Malverde and consider our duty fulfilled. We must enter into their lives, understand their needs, address their desperation, and offer them something better—not just theologically correct but existentially compelling, not just true but beautiful, not just right but life-giving.

This requires missionaries willing to go where Malverde is venerated, to live among those who invoke his name, to build relationships of trust that allow Gospel proclamation to be heard. It requires priests who will establish authentic Catholic parishes in cartel-controlled territories, who will offer the sacraments faithfully, who will preach repentance and conversion without compromise but with compassion. It requires lay Catholics who will witness to their faith in workplaces and neighborhoods where narco-culture dominates, who will demonstrate that following Christ offers more than following Malverde ever could.

This missionary work must be holistic, addressing both spiritual and material needs. The Church must provide economic alternatives to the drug trade, education and job training that offer legitimate paths out of poverty, social services that support families in crisis, legal assistance for those trapped in criminal systems who want to escape. We cannot simply tell people to stop trafficking drugs if we offer no alternative means of feeding their families. We cannot demand they abandon Malverde if we do not introduce them to the real saints and the real Christ who alone can save.

The sacrament of Reconciliation must be central to this evangelization. Those involved in the narco economy carry burdens of guilt that folk religion cannot address. They know, at some level, that what they do is wrong. They feel the weight of the blood on their hands, the harm they have caused, the lives they have destroyed. Malverde offers them protection but not forgiveness, success but not peace, survival but not salvation. Only Christ can offer what their souls truly crave: forgiveness that is real, mercy that transforms, grace that regenerates.

But for this to happen, confessors must be available, must be trained to hear the confessions of those involved in serious sin, must be willing to offer absolution when true contrition is present while also calling penitents to concrete steps of amendment of life. A hitman who confesses his murders but returns immediately to killing has not truly repented. A drug dealer who confesses trafficking but continues trafficking has not received the sacrament fruitfully. True reconciliation requires both God's mercy and human cooperation, both divine grace and human effort to sin no more.

The witness of martyrs may be required. The narco economy does not welcome challenges to its spiritual legitimacy. Priests and lay Catholics who preach against the drug trade, who call cartel members to repentance, who offer alternatives to the narco life may face threats, violence, even death. This is the cost of evangelization in contexts where the Gospel confronts powerful economic and cultural forces. But the blood of martyrs has always been the seed of the Church, and the witness of those willing to die for truth is more powerful than any lie sustained by violence.

XIV. A Vision of Authentic Popular Catholicism

The solution to Malverde devotion is not the elimination of popular Catholicism but its purification and elevation. The instincts that draw people to Malverde—the desire for supernatural assistance, the belief that heaven cares about earthly struggles, the need for intercessors who understand suffering—are deeply Catholic instincts. The error lies not in having these instincts but in directing them toward false objects.

Authentic popular Catholicism flourishes throughout Latin America in forms that are both culturally vibrant and theologically sound. The feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico draws millions of pilgrims who walk for days to reach the basilica in Mexico City, who pray and sing and celebrate the Mother of God who appeared to a poor indigenous man and called a nation to faith. The Via Crucis processions during Holy Week, where entire communities walk the Way of the Cross, meditating on Christ's passion and death, participating in His suffering and anticipating His resurrection. The celebration of All Saints and All Souls, when families visit cemeteries to honor the dead, pray for their souls, and maintain the bonds of communion that death cannot sever.

These devotions are approved by the Church because they point to Christ, because they form people in Catholic faith, because they bear good fruit. They are not superstition but sacramental—visible signs of invisible grace, embodied prayers that engage the whole person, cultural expressions of universal truths. This is what Malverde devotion could become if it were purified: a cultural memory of resistance to injustice transformed into devotion to saints who actually resisted injustice through holiness rather than through crime, a desire for protection channeled toward the God who truly protects, a hunger for the sacred satisfied by authentic encounter with the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

The Church must promote authentic saints who resonate with the cultural and economic realities of those tempted by Malverde. Saint Martin de Porres, the Peruvian mulatto who served the poor with heroic charity despite facing racism and discrimination. Saint Juan Diego, the indigenous Mexican who became the messenger of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Saint Oscar Romero, the Salvadoran archbishop who defended the poor and was martyred for his prophetic witness. Saint José Sánchez del Río, the fourteen-year-old Mexican boy who died rather than renounce his faith during the Cristero persecution, crying "Viva Cristo Rey!" as soldiers tortured him to death.

These saints were poor. They knew suffering. They lived in contexts of injustice and violence. But they responded to their circumstances not with criminality but with sanctity, not with theft but with trust, not with violence but with witness. They are the models that communities venerating Malverde desperately need, the intercessors who can truly help because they point to Christ rather than to themselves.

XV. Conclusion — The Battle for Souls

The veneration of Jesús Malverde as the narco-saint represents one front in a larger spiritual battle for the souls of millions. It is a battle being waged in the barrios of Mexican cities and American immigrant communities, in rural villages where the Church's presence is weak, in the hearts of young people choosing between the narrow way that leads to life and the broad way that leads to destruction. It is a battle that will not be won through condemnation alone but through the proclamation of a Gospel more compelling than the false gospels of narco-culture, through the witness of lives transformed by grace, through the patient work of authentic evangelization that plants seeds and trusts God for the harvest.

The stakes could not be higher. Every soul lost to superstition and syncretism is a tragedy, a human being created in the image of God who will spend eternity separated from the One who made them for communion with Himself. Every community where Malverde is venerated more than Christ is worshiped is a mission field that urgently needs laborers. Every family torn apart by the drug trade that Malverde allegedly protects is a witness to the deadly fruit of misdirected devotion.

But the Gospel offers hope that superstition cannot match. Christ came not for the righteous but for sinners, not for the healthy but for the sick, not for those who have it all together but for those who are broken, desperate, and lost. The narcos who pray to Malverde, the mothers who light candles hoping their sons will survive one more day, the communities trapped in cycles of violence and poverty—these are precisely the people to whom Jesus was sent. "Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest" (Matthew 11:28). This is the message that must be proclaimed with power and tenderness, with truth and compassion, with urgency and hope.

The Church must become what she is called to be in these contexts: the sacrament of Christ's presence, the dispenser of His mercy, the proclaimer of His truth, the witness to His resurrection. This requires courage from bishops and priests, zeal from missionaries and catechists, witness from lay Catholics living their faith in hostile environments. It requires the whole Church to recognize that wherever Malverde is venerated, souls are at stake, and the mission of evangelization is urgent.

The final word belongs neither to Malverde nor to the cartels that invoke him, neither to the culture that created him nor to the economy that sustains him. The final word belongs to Jesus Christ, who proclaimed, "I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he dies, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die" (John 11:25-26). This is the truth that sets free, the Gospel that saves, the message that must be preached to every creature until Christ returns in glory.

The patron saint of hitmen reveals our mission field. The narco-saint exposes our failure and our opportunity. The spiritual confusion that allows a bandit to be worshiped as a saint demands a response: not condescension but compassion, not distance but presence, not comfortable religion but costly discipleship. This is the evangelization that our times demand, the witness that Christ calls us to give, the battle that must be fought and won for the glory of God and the salvation of souls who are perishing in darkness, waiting for the light that we are called to bring.

May we have the courage to enter that darkness, the faith to proclaim the light, the love to lay down our lives for those whom Christ died to save. May the true saints intercede for us, may the Mother of God guide us, and may Christ Himself go before us into these mission fields where the harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few. This is our calling. This is our mission. This is the work to which the Lord summons us. May we answer with courage, with conviction, and with the confidence that the gates of hell shall not prevail against His Church.

The Patron Saint of Hitmen: How San Malverde Became the Narco-Saint

FINAL ALTAR CALL — THE CHOICE BEFORE US

The Gospel Truth That Shatters Every Lie

Listen close now, because what I'm about to say ain't theology for seminars or doctrine for classrooms. This is the raw truth that needs to land in your chest like a bullet or like bread, depending on what you're hungry for. This is the altar call for a generation that's been fed lies dressed up as saints, that's been offered protection in sin when what they desperately need is liberation from sin, that's been wandering in the desert praying to mirages while the Living Water flows just beyond their sight.

Here's the bottom line, the unvarnished Gospel truth that cuts through every bit of religious confusion, folk superstition, and narco spirituality: Jesus Christ died on a Roman cross two thousand years ago to set you free from sin and death, and He rose from that grave on the third day to prove that His victory is complete, total, and available to anyone—anyone—who calls on His name in repentance and faith. Not Malverde. Not Santa Muerte. Not any folk saint your grandmother told you about or any spiritual figure the cartel boss said would protect you. Jesus. Only Jesus. Always Jesus. Forever Jesus.

And here's what that means for every soul reading these words: if you're in the life—if you're running drugs, if you're moving product, if you've got blood on your hands from hits you've done or people you've hurt—Jesus Christ is calling you right now to lay it all down. Not tomorrow. Not after one more deal. Not after you've made enough money to get out clean. Right now. This moment. He's calling you to walk away from the death you're dealing and walk toward the Life that died for you.

You think Malverde can save you? Brother, sister, let me tell you something: Malverde can't save you from the DEA, can't save you from rival cartels, can't save you from the bullet that's got your name on it, and he damn sure can't save you from the judgment that comes after that bullet finds its mark. You're going to stand before the living God—not before some folk legend, not before a sympathetic saint who understands the hustle—but before the God who created you, who knit you together in your mother's womb, who knows every hair on your head and every sin you've ever committed. And on that day, the only thing that will matter is whether you knew Jesus, whether you surrendered your life to Him, whether His blood covers your sins.

Malverde's got no blood to cover anything. He's got no cross, no resurrection, no power to forgive or transform or save. He's a story, maybe a memory, possibly a complete fabrication—but even if he was real, even if every legend about him is true, he's just a man who died and stayed dead. Jesus is the God-Man who died and conquered death, who offers you not protection in your sin but freedom from your sin, not success in the drug trade but salvation that lasts forever.

The Mothers Who Weep

And to every mother lighting candles to Malverde for sons caught up in the narco life: I see you. God sees you. Your tears matter. Your desperate prayers matter. But hear me: you're praying to the wrong saint for the wrong thing. You're asking Malverde to protect your boy while he destroys other mothers' boys, to keep him safe while he spreads death, to give him success in a trade that's killing him spiritually even if it hasn't killed him physically yet.

What you need to pray is harder and truer: "Lord Jesus, break my son. Shatter whatever it takes to shatter. Let him lose everything if that's what it takes for him to find You. Let him get arrested if that arrest leads to repentance. Let him fail spectacularly if that failure saves his soul. I release him to You, God. Not to Malverde who offers false protection, but to You who offer real salvation. Do whatever it takes to bring him home—not just to my house, but to Your Kingdom."

That's a mother's prayer that moves heaven. That's intercession that aligns with God's will. That's faith that trusts not in folk legends but in the Father who loves our children more than we do and who sent His own Son to die so our sons might live. Jesus told us, "What father among you would hand his son a snake when he asks for a fish? Or hand him a scorpion when he asks for an egg?" (Luke 11:11-12). If earthly fathers know how to give good gifts, how much more does our Heavenly Father know what our children truly need? And what they need ain't protection in sin—they need liberation from it.

Light your candles if you must, but light them before the Blessed Sacrament where Jesus is truly present. Pray your novenas, but pray them to Our Lady of Guadalupe who actually appeared to Juan Diego, who is actually recognized by the Church, who actually intercedes before the throne of God. Pour out your maternal heart, but pour it out to the God who hears and answers, not to legends that can do nothing but take your money and your hope and give you nothing in return.

The Hitmen Who Kill

And to every sicario reading this, every enforcer, every soldier in the cartel armies: you know what you are. You know what you've done. You can feel the weight of every life you've taken, can see their faces when you close your eyes, can hear their voices in your nightmares. You tell yourself you had no choice, that it was them or you, that you're just doing what you have to do to survive. You pray to Malverde because you've been told he understands, that he protects his own, that he won't judge you the way the Church would judge you.

But let me tell you the truth that Malverde can never tell you: you are a murderer, and murder is sin, and sin leads to death and damnation unless you repent and turn to Christ. That's not condemnation—that's reality. That's not me being harsh—that's me loving you enough to tell you the truth even when the truth cuts like a knife. Because what cuts can also heal if it's the surgeon's blade removing cancer, and brother, you've got cancer in your soul that needs cutting out.

Jesus can forgive you. Every hit. Every execution. Every murder. Every drop of blood. He can wash it all away, can make you clean, can give you a new heart and a new life. But you've got to come to Him in repentance. You've got to lay down the gun, walk away from the cartel, face whatever consequences come—legal, financial, physical—and trust that Christ's grace is sufficient for you. His power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9), which means when you're at your weakest, when you've lost everything, when you're facing prison or death or poverty—that's when His strength can carry you.

David was a man after God's own heart, and David was a murderer. He killed Uriah to cover up his adultery with Bathsheba. But when the prophet Nathan confronted him, David didn't make excuses or rationalize or pray to some folk saint for protection. He repented. He cried out, "Have mercy on me, God, in accord with your merciful love; in your abundant compassion blot out my transgression. Thoroughly wash away my guilt; and from my sin cleanse me" (Psalm 51:3-4). And God forgave him. God used him. God loved him.

That same mercy is available to you. But you can't access it while you're still pulling triggers. You can't receive forgiveness while you're planning your next hit. You've got to choose: the life that leads to death, or the death to self that leads to Life. Choose this day whom you will serve—because you can't serve both Christ and the cartel, can't worship both God and Malverde, can't walk both the narrow way and the broad way.

The Dealers Who Poison

To every dealer, every distributor, every person making money by selling poison to the desperate: you know what you're doing. You know the addiction you're feeding, the lives you're destroying, the families you're tearing apart. You've probably told yourself it's not your fault, that if you didn't sell it someone else would, that you're just meeting market demand, that you're actually helping people by providing quality product. These are lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night.

But Jesus said, "Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea" (Matthew 18:6). Every addict you create, every overdose that traces back to your product, every child who grows up without a parent because that parent chose your drugs over their family—that blood is on your hands. Malverde can't wash it off. Only Jesus can.

And He will. He will wash you clean if you come to Him. He will forgive even this if you repent. But repentance means change. It means walking away from the income, the lifestyle, the identity you've built around dealing. It means facing poverty if that's what it takes, means finding legitimate work even if it pays a fraction of what you're making now, means making restitution where possible and accepting consequences where necessary.

The Gospel is free, but it costs everything. Jesus offers you salvation as a gift, but accepting that gift means surrendering your life to Him completely. You can't keep one foot in the drug trade and one foot in the Kingdom of God. You can't serve both Mammon and the Master. Choose.

The Church That Must Rise

And to my brothers and sisters in Christ, to every Catholic reading this who isn't involved in narco-culture but who lives where it exists: we've got work to do. We can't just condemn Malverde devotion from a distance and consider our duty done. We've got to enter into the darkness where that devotion thrives. We've got to build churches where shrines to false saints stand. We've got to preach Christ where Malverde is preached. We've got to offer authentic community where cartels offer counterfeit belonging.

This is missionary work, dangerous and costly. Some of us may die doing it—priests assassinated for preaching against the drug trade, lay Catholics killed for refusing to participate in or cooperate with cartel activities, martyrs whose blood will water the seeds of faith in soil that's been poisoned by narco-culture for generations. But this is what the Gospel demands. This is what Christ calls us to. "I am sending you like sheep in the midst of wolves," Jesus told His disciples (Matthew 10:16). He never promised safety. He promised His presence, His power, and His ultimate victory.

We need priests willing to establish parishes in cartel territory and stay there even when threatened. We need religious sisters willing to run schools and clinics that offer alternatives to the drug economy. We need lay Catholics willing to witness to their faith in workplaces where everyone else is compromised. We need all of us to stop treating evangelization as optional and start treating it as the urgent mission it is—because souls are perishing, millions of them, while we sit comfortable in our safe parishes wondering why the world is going to hell.

The world is going to hell because we're not storming the gates. We're not preaching the Gospel with the power and conviction that characterized the apostles and the martyrs and the missionary saints. We're offering people a domesticated Jesus who makes no demands, a comfortable Christianity that costs nothing, a faith that functions as spiritual insurance rather than total transformation. And people see through that. They know instinctively that if our faith doesn't demand everything, it's probably worth nothing.

The Final Word

So here's the altar call, the choice laid bare: Who are you going to serve? What are you going to believe? Where are you going to place your hope?

If you're in the narco life, Christ is calling you out. Today. Now. Not after you finish what you're doing. Not after you make one more score. Right this minute, He's calling you to repent, to turn away from death and turn toward Life, to surrender your guns and your drugs and your blood money and come to Him with empty hands and a broken heart. He will receive you. He will forgive you. He will transform you. But you've got to come. You've got to choose Him over the lie that Malverde or any other false saint can save you.

If you're praying to Malverde because you're desperate, because you need help, because you don't know where else to turn: turn to Jesus. Turn to the real saints. Turn to the Catholic Church that Christ Himself established and promised the gates of hell would never overcome. Your needs are real. Your suffering is real. Your desperation is real. But the answer to those needs isn't a folk legend—it's the living God who became flesh to save you, who died to redeem you, who rose to give you hope of resurrection.

If you're Catholic and you've been silent, comfortable, unwilling to engage the mission field in your own backyard: wake up. The harvest is plentiful and the laborers are few, and Christ is looking at you asking, "Whom shall I send?" Your answer needs to be Isaiah's answer: "Here I am, send me" (Isaiah 6:8). Even if it's costly. Even if it's dangerous. Even if it costs you everything—because Christ gave everything for you, and we're called to do the same for others.

This is the Gospel: Christ died for sinners. All sinners. Every sinner. The worst sinners. The most violent, most guilty, most broken, most lost. He died for narcos and sicarios and dealers and addicts. He died for those who pray to false saints and those who've never prayed at all. He died for you, whoever you are, whatever you've done, however far you've fallen. And He rose so that you could rise with Him, so that you could be born again, so that you could have life and have it abundantly (John 10:10).

But you've got to receive Him. You've got to repent and believe the Gospel. You've got to turn from the broad way that leads to destruction and walk the narrow way that leads to life. You've got to stop trusting in saints who can't save and place all your trust in the Savior who already has.

The choice is before you. Heaven or hell. Christ or Malverde. Life or death. Salvation or damnation. Truth or lies. The real God or the false gods. Everything depends on what you choose right now, this moment, before you put this down and go back to your life. Because you're not promised tomorrow. You're not guaranteed another chance. The only moment you have for certain is this one.

So choose. Choose Christ. Choose life. Choose the truth that sets free over the lies that enslave. Choose the Cross that leads to resurrection over the false protection that leads to death. Choose the God who loves you enough to die for you over the legends that can't love you at all.

And when you choose Christ—when you truly, fully, finally surrender to Him—you'll discover what millions of saints have discovered before you: that He was worth it. That giving up everything for Him means gaining everything that actually matters. That His yoke is easy and His burden is light (Matthew 11:30) compared to the crushing weight of sin and death and false devotion. That He is faithful, that He is true, that He is enough.

Jesus Christ is the only patron saint you need. He's the only intercessor who matters. He's the only name under heaven by which we can be saved (Acts 4:12). Not Malverde. Not any other. Only Jesus. Always Jesus. Forever Jesus.

Choose Him. Choose now. Choose life.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

~by Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

© 2026 Texas Outlaw Press. All rights reserved.

https://texasoutlawpress.org

AFTERWORD

A Letter from the Texas Outlaw Poet

Dear Reader,

If you've made it this far, you've walked with me through some dark territory. You've seen the shrines where desperate people light candles to a saint who isn't a saint. You've heard the prayers of mothers whose sons are dying in a war that enriches cartels and impoverishes souls. You've confronted the brutal reality of what happens when the Church fails to evangelize effectively and folk religion rushes in to fill the vacuum with superstition, syncretism, and spiritual death.

This has been a hard book to write, and I imagine it's been a hard book to read. But hard doesn't mean unnecessary. Sometimes the hardest truths are the ones we most desperately need to hear.

I want to tell you something personal before we part ways, something about why I wrote this book and what I hope it accomplishes. This isn't just academic theology for me. This isn't abstract cultural criticism written from the safety of a comfortable distance. This is personal. This cuts close to the bone. Because I've been where those narcos are—not in the drug trade specifically, but in that spiritual space where you're looking for protection in sin rather than liberation from it, where you want God to bless your rebellion rather than call you to repentance, where you're desperate enough to pray to anything that might help you survive one more day in a life that's killing you.

I spent years of my life chasing altered consciousness like it was salvation. Psilocybin mushrooms, cannabis, alcohol, whatever would take the edge off reality and transport me somewhere that felt more bearable than the life I was actually living. I told myself I was exploring consciousness, expanding my mind, finding deeper truths that straight society couldn't access. I wrapped my addiction in spiritual language, called my getting high a sacrament, convinced myself that God made these substances and therefore using them was somehow honoring creation.

That lie landed me in prison with a sentence for possession of sixteen pounds of psilocybin mushrooms. Sixteen pounds. I wasn't some casual user. I was deep in it, committed to it, building my identity around it. And when the state of Texas kicked down the door and dragged me into the criminal justice system, I was furious. I blamed everyone but myself. I raged against the injustice of drug laws, against the hypocrisy of a society that allowed alcohol and prescription pills but criminalized natural substances, against a system that would cage a human being for a non-violent offense.

And you know what? Some of that rage was justified. The War on Drugs has been a catastrophic failure that has destroyed more lives than it has saved. Current drug policy is broken, unjust, and rooted more in racism and politics than in genuine concern for public health. I still believe that, still advocate for reform, still think the way we handle addiction and substance use in this country is profoundly wrong.

But my rage was also self-serving, self-justifying, and spiritually blind. Because while I was right about the injustice of the system, I was wrong about my own innocence. I wasn't some noble martyr being persecuted for consciousness expansion. I was an addict using spiritual language to rationalize behavior that was destroying my life, my relationships, and my soul. I was running from God, from responsibility, from the man I was called to be, and I was using psychedelics as the vehicle for my escape.

I served my time, got out on parole, and immediately proved I hadn't learned anything. I picked up new charges, violated parole, and made the decision that would define the next chapter: I ran. Skipped town. Fled to Austin where I reinvented myself as a fugitive poet, performing in coffeehouses and bars while dodging the law. I co-founded Texas Outlaw Press during those years on the run, building a literary reputation while living as a wanted man.

Eventually, inevitably, I was caught. Brought back to prison. Served the rest of my sentence and was released in 2006. And you know what I did with that second chance? I wasted it. For the next fourteen years—from 2006 to 2020—I lived a life characterized by drugs, sex, partying, and the continued pursuit of occult knowledge that had gripped me since I was fifteen years old. I stayed out of prison by focusing on my art, writing and painting and performing, but I was still running from God, still chasing darkness, still convinced I could find transcendence in all the wrong places.

Prison hadn't broken me the first time. It hadn't broken me the second time. I emerged not transformed but temporarily chastened, not converted but cautious enough to avoid getting caught again. I channeled my rebellion into art and kept running, kept using, kept opening doors to spiritual forces I should have been fleeing from. The occult practices I'd dabbled in since adolescence deepened. The substances I used to alter consciousness became sacraments in a twisted religion of self-worship. I wrapped it all in artistic language, spiritual seeking, consciousness expansion—but it was just addiction and darkness dressed up in prettier clothes.

In 2020, at the age of forty-four, my body finally gave out. I had a heart attack. Decades of abuse, decades of running, decades of self-destruction caught up with me. I survived the heart attack, but something else was dying—or perhaps something else was finally ready to be born. The heart attack triggered what Catholic mystics call the Dark Night of the Soul, that terrible, beautiful stripping away of everything false, that descent into absolute darkness that precedes the dawn.

In the months following my heart attack, I spiraled into the deepest despair I had ever known. The occult practices that had promised enlightenment revealed themselves as chains. The substances that had offered escape proved to be prisons. The sexual exploits that had promised fulfillment left only emptiness. I was forty-four years old, a two-time convicted felon, a recovering drug addict, a man whose body was breaking down and whose soul was dying. I had nothing left. No hope. No illusions. No reason to continue.

I was ready to end it all.

And that's when she came.

The Blessed Virgin Mary appeared to me in my darkest hour, when I had exhausted every resource and burned every bridge, when I was contemplating whether life was even worth continuing. She appeared not to condemn but to comfort, not to crush but to call, not to leave me in my darkness but to lead me toward her Son.

I know how that sounds. I know skeptics will dismiss it as delusion, as the desperate hallucination of a broken man looking for hope in a hopeless place. I don't care. I know what I experienced. I know who I met. I know that the Mother of God appeared to me when I was at my absolute lowest, ready to die, thirty years deep in occult practices and self-destruction. She appeared not because I deserved it—I deserved damnation—but because mercy is God's nature and because she intercedes for sinners, especially the worst of us.

That encounter changed everything. It shattered my resistance to grace. It opened my heart to the Catholic faith I'd spent my whole life ignoring or mocking or actively opposing through occult practices. It began a process of conversion that continues to this day, that will continue until I die, that has transformed me from a proud rebel who thought he had all the answers into a grateful beggar who knows he needs Jesus more than he needs his next breath.

So when I write about Malverde devotion, when I confront the spiritual confusion that allows criminals to pray to folk saints for protection in their crimes, when I call out the syncretism and superstition that masquerade as authentic faith—I'm writing from experience. I know what it's like to be spiritually lost. I know what it's like to seek transcendence in all the wrong places. I know what it's like to wrap your sins in religious language and convince yourself that what you're doing is spiritual seeking rather than spiritual suicide. I know because I lived it for forty-four years.

The difference between me and the narcos lighting candles to Malverde is not that I'm better or holier or more enlightened. The difference is that I encountered the real Christ through His real Mother in His real Church in 2020, and they refused to let me stay comfortable in my delusions. They loved me too much to leave me where I was. They called me to repentance, to conversion, to a total transformation of life that cost me everything I thought I wanted and gave me everything I actually needed.

That's what this book is about, ultimately. Not condemnation but conversion. Not judgment but mercy. Not telling people they're terrible sinners going to hell—though that might be true—but telling them there's a way out, a way up, a way home. There's a Savior who died for them. There's a Mother who intercedes for them. There's a Church that will receive them if they come in repentance and faith. There's hope even in the darkest prison, whether that prison is made of concrete or constructed by our own choices or built from thirty years of occult practices.

I wrote this book for the mothers lighting candles to Malverde for sons caught in the narco life. I wrote it hoping that maybe, just maybe, one of them will read these words and realize she's been praying to the wrong saint for the wrong thing, and she'll redirect those desperate prayers toward the Virgin Mary, toward Christ, toward the God who actually hears and actually saves.

I wrote this book for the young men recruited by cartels, offered a choice between poverty and power, who choose power because they see no other option. I wrote it hoping that one of them, somewhere, will read about the real saints who were also poor, who also knew suffering, who also lived in violent times, but who chose holiness over criminality and discovered that the narrow way leads to life.

I wrote this book for my fellow Catholics who live comfortable lives in safe neighborhoods and think evangelization is someone else's job. I wrote it hoping to shake us out of our complacency, to remind us that while we sip coffee and debate theology, souls are perishing, millions of them, in communities where the Church is absent or silent or compromised. We have a mission. We have a mandate. We have no right to be comfortable while the world burns.

I wrote this book for the Church herself, the Bride of Christ, praying that she will wake up to the crisis in communities where folk religion has replaced authentic faith, where narco-culture provides the spiritual formation that should come from parishes and priests, where Malverde is more accessible than Christ because his devotees are more present than Christ's disciples.

And I wrote this book for anyone who has ever felt desperate enough to pray to anything that might help, who has ever been so lost that any light looked like salvation, who has ever confused survival with redemption, who has ever opened doors to spiritual forces that promised power but delivered only bondage. I wrote it to tell you that I understand that desperation, that I've felt that lostness, that I've made that confusion, that I spent three decades courting darkness before grace finally cornered me. And I wrote it to tell you that there is a way out, a truth that sets free, a Christ who saves.

The Gospel I encountered in 2020 during my Dark Night of the Soul is the same Gospel the Church has proclaimed for two thousand years: repent and believe. Turn from sin and turn toward God. Die to self and rise with Christ. It's simple but not easy. It costs everything but gives everything in return. It demands total surrender but offers total transformation. It is the narrow way that leads to life, and it is the only way that actually works.

I'm not a perfect Catholic. I still struggle. I still fall. I still wrestle with the old man who wants to reign in the kingdom of self rather than submit to the Kingdom of God. But I'm no longer that man I was in 2020, ready to end it all, thirty years deep in occult darkness. I've been changed, am being changed, will continue to be changed by the grace of God working through His Church and her sacraments. That's the Christian life: not moral perfection but perpetual conversion, not sinlessness but forgiveness, not achievement but surrender.

If you're reading this and you're in the life—if you're trafficking drugs or working for a cartel or caught in the web of narco-culture—please hear me: you can get out. It won't be easy. It might cost you everything. You might have to go to prison, might have to face consequences for your actions, might have to walk away from money and power and everything you've built your identity around. But Christ is calling you out of death and into life, and that call is worth answering regardless of the cost. I wasted my second chance after prison, but Christ gave me a third chance, and a fourth, and kept giving me chances until finally in 2020 I took it. He'll do the same for you.

If you're reading this and you're praying to Malverde or Santa Muerte or any folk saint the Church hasn't approved, please understand: you're seeking help from sources that cannot help you. They have no power to save, no ability to intercede, no connection to the God who alone can answer prayer. I spent thirty years seeking power and protection from occult sources, and all it brought me was deeper bondage. Turn to Christ. Turn to His Mother. Turn to the real saints whose lives point to Him. Turn to the Church He established and promised to preserve. The help you need is available, but you have to seek it in the right place.

If you're reading this and you're Catholic but you've never thought much about evangelization, about mission, about the urgent need to bring the Gospel to those who are perishing—please wake up. The harvest is plentiful and the laborers are few, and Christ is looking at you asking if you'll go. You don't have to be a priest or a missionary or a theology expert. You just have to be willing to witness to what Christ has done in your life, to share your faith with those who need to hear it, to be present where the Church is absent.

This book has been a labor of love and a work of spiritual warfare. I've felt the resistance while writing it, the temptation to soften the message, the whispers that maybe I'm being too harsh, too judgmental, too uncompromising. But I keep coming back to the reality that souls are at stake, that millions are being deceived, that the mother weeping for her narco son deserves to know the truth even if that truth is hard.

So I haven't softened it. I haven't apologized for the Catholic orthodoxy or the theological rigor or the hard teachings about sin and repentance and the narrow way. Because the hard truth that saves is better than the comfortable lie that damns. Because people deserve honesty even when honesty hurts. Because love sometimes looks like confrontation, like a surgeon's knife cutting out cancer, like a prophet calling people to repent before it's too late.

My prayer is that this book bears fruit. That it reaches someone who needs to read it. That it plants seeds that grow into conversions. That it challenges comfortable Catholics to become missionary Catholics. That it exposes the spiritual deception of Malverde devotion and points people toward the Christ who actually saves. That it honors the Blessed Virgin Mary who saved my life in 2020 by introducing me to her Son when I was ready to die.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring enough about truth to engage with difficult material. Thank you for being open to challenging your assumptions, confronting your complacency, or reconsidering your devotions. Thank you for joining me on this journey through some of the darkest corners of folk religion and narco-culture toward the light that dispels all darkness.

If this book has affected you, if it's challenged you or convicted you or called you to something deeper, don't keep it to yourself. Share it. Talk about it. Let it spark conversations about evangelization, about mission, about the crisis in communities where the Church has failed to reach people with authentic faith. Let it be a catalyst for change, for reformation, for renewed commitment to the Great Commission that Christ gave His Church.

And if you're struggling with addiction, with sin, with spiritual confusion, with occult entanglements, with any of the darkness this book has explored—reach out. Find a priest. Go to confession. Join a parish. Enter into the life of the Church. You don't have to clean yourself up first. You don't have to have all the answers. You just have to come, broken and desperate and honest, and let Christ begin the work of transformation that only He can accomplish. I came to Him at forty-four, after decades of running, after thirty years in occult darkness, ready to die. He received me. He'll receive you.

The narco-saint reveals our mission field. The folk religion that venerates him reveals our failure to evangelize effectively. The mothers who pray to him reveal the depths of human desperation and the heights of maternal love. The young men who invoke him before killing reveal how far we've fallen and how urgently we need redemption. All of it—the darkness, the confusion, the violence, the superstition—all of it is ultimately a call to the Church to be what she's called to be: the light of the world, the salt of the earth, the sacrament of salvation.

May this book be part of that response. May it shine light in darkness. May it call sinners to repentance and saints to mission. May it honor Christ, exalt His Mother, serve His Church, and save souls.

That's all that matters in the end. Not book sales or critical acclaim or cultural influence, but whether this work participates in the mission of salvation, whether it draws anyone closer to Christ, whether it bears fruit that lasts into eternity.

Go with God, dear reader. Walk in truth. Live in grace. And never forget that the greatest outlaw who ever lived died on a cross to set you free, rose from a tomb to give you hope, and reigns in glory waiting to welcome you home.

In Christ, through Mary, for the glory of God and the salvation of souls,

Jeff Callaway
The Texas Outlaw Poet
East Texas
Feast of the Baptism of Our Lord
January 11, 2026

Viva Cristo Rey

~by Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

© 2026 Texas Outlaw Press. All rights reserved.

https://texasoutlawpress.org

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jeff Callaway — The Texas Outlaw Poet

Jeff Callaway was born in Athens, Texas, in 1976, under wide East Texas skies that have witnessed both his wildest rebellions and his most profound redemptions. Since that humid summer day when he drew his first breath, he has walked a path that wound through every honky-tonk, every jail cell, every dark alley, every occult ceremony, and every desperate prayer that marks the territory between damnation and salvation. He is a man who has tasted the bitter fruit of sin and the sweet wine of grace, who has known the chains of addiction and the freedom of forgiveness, who has stood at the edge of the abyss ready to end it all and been pulled back by hands he could not see but can now name.

His story is not for the faint of heart or the self-righteous. It is raw, gritty, unvarnished truth told in the lyrical drawl of a Texas poet who learned his theology through suffering and his devotion on his knees. Jeff Callaway is the Texas Outlaw Poet not because it sounds romantic but because it is accurate—he lived as an outlaw, ran with outlaws, suffered as outlaws suffer, and discovered decades into that outlaw life that the greatest outlaw of all is Jesus Christ, who broke every religious convention to save sinners like him.

Born into the working-class heart of Henderson County, Jeff grew up knowing struggle, knowing the weight of paychecks that never stretched far enough, knowing the desperation that drives good people to bad choices and bad choices to worse consequences. He survived the Mabank tornado of April 24, 2010—a literal whirlwind that mirrored the chaos of his interior life. He graduated from Malakoff High School in 1994 as Senior Class Vice-President, a distinction that hinted at leadership capacities that would later be squandered in service to rebellion before being redeemed in service to Christ.

He attended Trinity Valley Community College on a theater scholarship, his natural gift for performance evident even then, though in those years he performed the role of a young man convinced he could outrun consequences, out-drink demons, and out-sin God's patience. He was wrong on all counts, but it would take him another quarter century to learn that lesson.

The darkness began early. At fifteen years old, Jeff was introduced to the occult—a fascination that would grip him for the next thirty years, leading him deeper and deeper into spiritual territories that promised power and enlightenment but delivered only bondage and despair. What began as teenage curiosity about alternative spirituality became a lifelong entanglement with forces that fed his rebellion and magnified his self-destruction.

His first serious encounter with the criminal justice system came when he was arrested for possession of sixteen pounds of psilocybin mushrooms. Sixteen pounds. Not a small personal stash. Not a weekend's experimentation. Sixteen pounds of a controlled substance that Texas law classifies as Penalty Group 2, carrying penalties severe enough to destroy lives. He was sentenced to prison, served his time, and was released on parole—but Jeff Callaway was not done running.

While on parole, he picked up new charges and made the decision that would define the next chapter of his life: he skipped town. He fled to Austin, Texas, the weird heart of the Lone Star State, a city that prides itself on keeping things strange and that has historically provided space for artists, musicians, writers, and rebels to create work that challenges conventions. It was 2003, and Jeff Callaway was a wanted man starting a new life as a fugitive poet.

In Austin, Jeff immersed himself in the spoken word poetry scene, bringing an intensity and authenticity to the stages of coffeehouses and bars that marked him immediately as someone to watch. His performances were incendiary, his words cutting through the pretense and polish that characterized much of the scene. He wasn't performing poetry—he was bleeding it, sweating it, living it out loud in front of audiences who recognized truth when they heard it, even when that truth made them uncomfortable. He was a man on the run, channeling his desperation and defiance into art that captured the raw edges of outlaw life.

It was during these fugitive years in Austin that Jeff co-founded Texas Outlaw Press with his friend John-Paxton Gremillion. The press was born from necessity and conviction—a publishing house dedicated to giving voice to those whose stories the mainstream refused to tell, whose truths made religious people uncomfortable, whose testimonies were too raw for polite company. Even while running from the law, Jeff was building something that would outlast his freedom.

He made a name for himself in the Austin scene. His reputation grew. His poetry resonated. His performances packed venues. But you can't run forever, and in the end, the law catches up. Jeff was arrested in Austin and brought back to prison to serve the remainder of his sentence for violating parole. He remained incarcerated until his release in 2006.

Most men, having served time twice, having tasted the bitterness of prison twice, would emerge ready for transformation. But Jeff Callaway emerged ready for more darkness. His release in 2006 did not mark the beginning of redemption—it marked the continuation of rebellion. For the next fourteen years, from 2006 to 2020, Jeff lived a life characterized by drugs, sex, partying, and the continued pursuit of occult knowledge that had gripped him since he was fifteen years old.

He stayed out of prison this time by focusing on his art—writing poetry, painting, performing, creating visual works that explored his obsessions and chronicled his descent. By 2009, he was displaying his visual art at the Hal Samples Space Gallery in Deep Ellum, presenting multi-media renderings that explored beer bottles and mushrooms and naked women, the holy trinity of his unredeemed life, images that celebrated what should have been confronted, that glorified what needed to be crucified. The art was skilled, provocative, and spiritually bankrupt—a perfect representation of a talented man wasting his gifts in service to the flesh rather than the Spirit.

Through Texas Outlaw Press, he published chapbooks documenting different stages of his journey through darkness. Works like "From Behind the Eight-Ball" captured his prison experiences. Collections like "Hotter Than a Four-Balled Tomcat" chronicled the sultry, passionate intensity of Texas life, the wild nights and wilder loves. "Satori in Paris, Texas" explored the intersection of Eastern wisdom and Western experience, always filtered through the occult lens that had dominated his spiritual life since adolescence. "A Peck of Pickled Poems" demonstrated his range and versatility as a poet still wandering in the wilderness.

But the darkness that Jeff had been courting for three decades was leading him toward an end he didn't see coming. The occult connections he had maintained since he was fifteen years old, the spiritual doors he had opened and never closed, the demonic forces he had invited into his life in pursuit of power and knowledge—all of it was pulling him toward destruction. The drugs and sex and partying were symptoms of a deeper spiritual sickness, a void that nothing earthly could fill and that the occult only deepened.

In 2020, at the age of forty-four, Jeff Callaway had a heart attack. His body, ravaged by decades of abuse, finally gave out. He survived the heart attack, but something else was dying—or perhaps something else was finally ready to be born. The heart attack triggered what Catholic mystics call the Dark Night of the Soul, that terrible, beautiful stripping away of everything false, that descent into absolute darkness that precedes the dawn.

In the months following his heart attack, Jeff spiraled into the deepest despair he had ever known. The occult practices that had promised enlightenment revealed themselves as chains. The substances that had offered escape proved to be prisons. The sexual exploits that had promised fulfillment left only emptiness. He was forty-four years old, a two-time convicted felon, a recovering drug addict, a man whose body was breaking down and whose soul was dying. He had nothing left. No hope. No illusions. No reason to continue.

He was ready to end it all.

And that's when she came.

The Blessed Virgin Mary appeared to Jeff Callaway in his darkest hour, when he had exhausted every resource and burned every bridge, when he was contemplating whether life was even worth continuing. She appeared not to condemn but to comfort, not to crush but to call, not to leave him in his darkness but to lead him toward her Son. That encounter shattered Jeff Callaway's resistance to grace and opened his heart to the Catholic faith he had spent his whole life either ignoring or actively opposing through his occult practices.

The vision of the Blessed Mother came as pure gift, unearned and unexpected, to a man who deserved condemnation but received mercy instead. She appeared to him as she has appeared to countless sinners throughout history—as the Mother of Mercy, the Refuge of Sinners, the one who intercedes for those whom the world has abandoned. That encounter with the Mother of God began the process of conversion that continues to this day.

From 2020 forward, everything changed. Jeff Callaway, who had spent thirty years entangled in occult darkness, renounced those practices and turned toward the Light. Jeff Callaway, who had spent decades serving himself and his appetites, submitted to Christ and His Church. Jeff Callaway, who had lived for pleasure and power, took up his cross and began the long walk toward sanctification. He was received into the Roman Catholic Church, the ancient faith of martyrs and mystics, of sinners transformed into saints, of rebels redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb.

His conversion was not a neat, tidy religious experience suitable for testimony in suburban churches. It was and remains messy, raw, honest, and ongoing. The rage that once fueled his defiance now burns with conviction for truth, justice, and the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The poetic gift that once celebrated sin now proclaims salvation. The artist who once rendered beer bottles and naked women now renders icons of the sacred. The outlaw who once served darkness now serves the Light. The man who had dabbled in the occult for thirty years now wages spiritual warfare against the very forces he once courted.

His most recent work represents the full flowering of his Catholic conversion. "A Brief History of Rhyme" fuses grit and grace, bridging the sacred and profane, the pulpit and the barroom with the unique voice of a man who has lived in both worlds and can translate between them. Whether writing about faith, America, politics, or the human condition, Jeff Callaway's voice remains uniquely his—lyrical, fearless, and unapologetically Texan, unapologetically Catholic, unapologetically real.

Since his conversion in 2020, Jeff has transformed Texas Outlaw Press from a general countercultural publishing house into a vehicle for Catholic evangelization, particularly evangelization aimed at populations that mainstream Catholic media either ignores or actively alienates: the poor, the incarcerated, the addicted, the culturally marginalized, those whose lives don't fit the tidy narratives that comfortable Catholics prefer. He continues to perform spoken word poetry throughout Texas and beyond, appearing at venues that range from coffeehouses to Catholic conferences, bringing the Gospel to places where polished preachers fear to tread.

He has expanded his artistic expression to include Catholic meditation series and visual art that reflects his transformed worldview. Through Texas Outlaw Press in association with Spirit World Films, he creates content that draws on various cultural traditions while remaining firmly rooted in Catholic truth, demonstrating the Church's ability to baptize what is good while rejecting what is incompatible with Christian revelation.

Jeff currently resides in East Texas, where he continues to write, paint, perform, and live the complicated, beautiful, challenging life of a Catholic convert who knows both the depths from which Christ rescued him and the heights to which Christ calls him. He is a husband, a father, a poet, an artist, a publisher, and a witness—not to his own goodness, which he readily admits is limited, but to God's mercy, which he insists is limitless.

His politics are Jesus Christ and the Roman Catholic Church. He condemns both Republicans and Democrats with equal fervor, recognizing that the Kingdom of God cannot be reduced to partisan politics and that the Gospel calls us to a radicalism that makes both conservatives and liberals uncomfortable. He is 100% independent of any political party or ideology, beholden only to the truth as revealed by Christ and taught by His Church.

His writing style—which he describes as "Texas Outlaw Poet Catholic"—is characterized by brutal honesty, poetic intensity, theological depth, and a refusal to soften hard truths for comfortable audiences. He does not use profanity in his published work, not because he is prudish but because he has learned that the most powerful words need no vulgarity to cut to the heart. He does not condone sinful behavior, but neither does he condemn sinners, recognizing that he himself is chief among them, saved not by merit but by grace.

Jeff Callaway doesn't just write about salvation—he lives it, breathes it, bleeds it onto every page. His testimony is not a story of a man who got his act together and cleaned himself up. It is the story of a man who spent forty-four years running from God, who opened every door the devil offered, who pursued darkness with the same intensity he now pursues light, and who was finally cornered by grace in 2020 when he had nowhere left to run and nothing left to lose. It is the story of a man who was dead in his sins and was raised to life by the power of Christ, who was blind and now sees, who was lost and has been found.

His journey from occult darkness to Catholic light, from fugitive poet to faithful witness, from a man ready to end his life to a man devoted to leading others to Life—this is the testimony that gives weight to every word he writes. When Jeff Callaway writes about spiritual warfare, he writes as a veteran of that war. When he confronts folk religion and syncretism, he writes as a man who spent decades entangled in exactly that kind of spiritual confusion. When he calls sinners to repentance, he writes as a sinner who knows the mercy that waits on the other side of that repentance.

Through his work with Texas Outlaw Press and through his personal website at texasoutlawpress.org, Jeff continues his mission to expose lies, confront evil, and draw souls toward the Light that saved his own. His work carries the weight of testimony—a rebel redeemed, a sinner sanctified, an occultist converted, a poet still on fire with the Spirit that found him in his darkest hour and refused to let him go.

Read his words. Hear his voice. Witness his testimony. And know that if God can save Jeff Callaway—the wild son of Texas who chased darkness through backroads, back alleys, prison walls, and occult practices for forty-four years before the Blessed Virgin Mary found him broken and ready to die—then God can save anyone. That is the Gospel. That is the hope. That is the truth that Jeff Callaway, the Texas Outlaw Poet, proclaims with every poem, every article, every verse of his redeemed life.

Viva Cristo Rey.

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ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

Texas Outlaw Press — Born in Prison, Forged in Fire, Publishing Truth Since the Darkness

Texas Outlaw Press is not your typical publishing house. We don't have offices in New York or agents in Los Angeles. We don't host wine-and-cheese book release parties or compete for positions on bestseller lists compiled by organizations that wouldn't know authentic literature if it bit them in their pretentious backsides. Texas Outlaw Press was born in a Texas prison, founded by two friends who understood that the most important stories are often the ones that polite society refuses to publish, and that the voices crying out from society's margins deserve to be heard even when—especially when—those voices make comfortable people uncomfortable.

The press was founded when Jeff Callaway was sentenced to three years in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice for the non-violent offense of possession of psilocybin mushrooms. His friend, John-Paxton Gremillion, refused to abandon him to the invisibility that the prison system imposes on those it incarcerates. Together, through letters and collect phone calls and visits when the system allowed them, Jeff and John-Paxton created Texas Outlaw Press with a mission as radical as it was simple: to publish the voices of those whom society has silenced, to provide a platform for artists and writers trapped in the Texas prison system for non-violent drug offenses, and to challenge the hypocritical drug laws that destroy lives in the name of public safety.

From its inception, Texas Outlaw Press has been passionately committed to prison reform, marijuana legalization, and the decriminalization of substances that heal rather than harm. We believe that current drug laws represent a catastrophic failure of justice, wisdom, and compassion. We believe that treatment is superior to incarceration for addressing addiction. We believe that God created psilocybin mushrooms and cannabis and that their criminalization represents human arrogance attempting to override divine providence. We believe that the War on Drugs has been a war on the poor, a war on minorities, and a war on the very people Christ called us to serve.

But Texas Outlaw Press is about more than political advocacy. We exist to offer a rewarding forum for self-expression to those negatively impacted by unjust laws and to provide our readers and listeners with literature that matters, art that challenges, and truth that transforms. We publish poetry, short stories, novels, articles, photography, visual art, and music. We produce podcasts and meditation guides and video content. We create and distribute work that ranges from the deeply spiritual to the politically radical to investigations of narco-culture, from prison poetry to Catholic apologetics and more.

Our catalog includes Jeff Callaway's chapbook series, which documents his journey through addiction, incarceration, and redemption. "From Behind the Eight-Ball" was written from within the prison system itself, offering readers an unflinching look at life behind bars, the brutality of incarceration, and the possibility of transformation even in the darkest places. "Hotter Than a Four-Balled Tomcat" captures the wild, passionate intensity of the Austin spoken word scene and the sultry Texas nights that shaped Jeff's early artistic development. "Satori in Paris, Texas" explores spiritual awakening in unexpected places. "A Peck of Pickled Poems" demonstrates the range and versatility of Jeff's poetic voice. And "A Brief History of Rhyme" represents the full flowering of his Catholic conversion, poetry that proclaims Christ without apology and challenges culture without compromise.

Beyond Jeff's work, Texas Outlaw Press is committed to publishing other artists and writers who share our mission and our values. We are particularly interested in collaborating with Texas artists and political communities to bring awareness to the injustices of marijuana prohibition and the harms caused by incarcerating non-violent drug offenders. We want to educate citizens and voters about the negative consequences of current drug laws and the benefits of treatment versus incarceration for serious addiction issues.

Our philosophy is straightforward: we believe in the power of art to change hearts and minds, in the necessity of truth even when truth is difficult, and in the dignity of every human person regardless of their criminal record or social status. We believe that those who have been to hell and back have something to say that comfortable people need to hear. We believe that literature born from suffering carries a weight that literature born from privilege cannot match. We believe that the most authentic voices in American culture are often the voices that mainstream publishers ignore.

Texas Outlaw Press operates on a shoestring budget with a skeleton crew. We are not subsidized by foundations or funded by wealthy benefactors. We survive on book sales, merchandise, and the stubborn refusal to quit that characterizes everyone involved with the press. We publish when we can, promote as resources allow, and trust that good work will find its audience even without the marketing budgets that major publishers command.

Since Jeff Callaway's conversion to Catholicism and his transformation from general cultural rebel to specifically Catholic cultural warrior, Texas Outlaw Press has evolved to reflect that spiritual maturation. While we remain committed to our founding mission of prison reform and drug policy advocacy, we now also function as a vehicle for Catholic evangelization, particularly evangelization aimed at populations that mainstream Catholic media either ignores or actively alienates: the poor, the incarcerated, the addicted, the culturally marginalized, those whose lives don't fit the tidy narratives that comfortable Catholics prefer.

Our recent work includes in-depth investigations of folk Catholicism and its corruption by narco-culture, examinations of how authentic Catholic teaching confronts modern idolatries, and explorations of what it means to live Catholic faith in contexts where the Church's presence is weak and her message is distorted. We publish work that is unapologetically Catholic in its theology, uncompromisingly orthodox in its doctrine, and unflinchingly honest about the challenges of living faith in a fallen world.

Texas Outlaw Press merchandise includes books, artwork, apparel, and other items that allow supporters to participate in our mission even if they're not writers or artists themselves. Every purchase supports our work, funds our publications, and enables us to continue offering a platform to voices that desperately need to be heard.

We are based in Austin, Texas—the weird heart of the Lone Star State, a city that prides itself on keeping things strange and that has historically provided space for artists, musicians, writers, and rebels to create work that challenges conventions. But our mission extends far beyond Austin's city limits. We publish for Texas, for America, and for the universal Church. We speak to those trapped in Texas prisons and to those trapped in spiritual prisons. We write for those who know they need redemption and for those who don't yet know how desperately they need it.

If you're looking for sanitized Christianity, comfortable Catholicism, or literature that makes no demands on its readers, Texas Outlaw Press is not for you. If you want your faith packaged for easy consumption, your politics reduced to partisan slogans, or your art stripped of anything that might provoke or challenge, look elsewhere. We don't do safe. We don't do easy. We don't do comfortable.

But if you want truth that cuts to the bone, faith that costs everything, and literature that matters beyond the moment you read it—if you want to hear from people who have walked through hell and found heaven on the other side, who have known addiction and discovered freedom, who have lived as outlaws and been transformed into saints—then Texas Outlaw Press is exactly where you need to be.

We publish rebels and prophets, sinners and saints, poets and prisoners, anyone whose voice carries the weight of lived experience and whose testimony points toward truth. We are committed to excellence in craft, radicalism in content, and fidelity to the Catholic faith that saved our founder's life and continues to save souls every day.

Our mission, simply stated, is this: to expose lies, confront evil, and draw souls toward the Light. We do this through publishing work that matters, amplifying voices that need to be heard, and refusing to compromise truth for the sake of comfort or profitability. We exist not to make money—though we need to survive financially to continue our work—but to serve the Kingdom of God by serving those whom the Kingdom particularly loves: the poor, the imprisoned, the marginalized, the lost.

Texas Outlaw Press was born in prison, forged in the fire of personal transformation, and dedicated to the proposition that every person has a story worth telling and that some stories can change the world. We believe in the power of the written word to convict, convert, and transform. We believe in the necessity of art that engages reality rather than escaping it. We believe in literature as vocation, publishing as ministry, and truth as the ultimate currency that matters.

Thank you for reading our books, supporting our mission, and joining us in this work. Thank you for believing that literature can matter, that truth is worth pursuing, and that voices from the margins deserve to be heard. Thank you for being part of Texas Outlaw Press—the underground publisher that refuses to stay underground, the rebel press that serves the King of Kings, the outlaw operation that's committed to nothing less than the salvation of souls.

For more information, visit us at texasoutlawpress.org. Join the revolution. Read the truth. Support the mission. And never forget: the greatest outlaw who ever lived died on a cross to set you free.

Viva Cristo Rey.

~by Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

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