Kateri
Tekakwitha
The
young woman
whom God gave to us for our
inspiration and guidance, Kateri Tekakwitha,
was a member of the TURTLE
clan of the Iroquois tribe. The turtle has long been a symbol of
fertility and motherhood among the Native Americans and this symbol may
be applied to a young woman such as Kateri even though she never
married and had children in her lifetime, for she now has many children
in her devoted followers. Among
the
Lakota, a baby's umbilical cord is
kept in a small, beaded, leather turtle and given to the child to keep
as a reminder of their day of birth and their origins. Like Kateri, we
are baptized and now have our origins in God, the loving Spirit who
creates us anew and gives us life within us
rising up like
a lively
stream of life-giving water.
Tekakwitha is the name she was given
by her
people when she was born. In Mohawk, it means: "She puts things in
order." This was a good name for her because all her life, Tekakwitha
put things where they should be. She put God first in her life.
Tekakwitha was born among Mohawk people
in
the Turtle clan. Her father was a full-blood Mohawk and her mother was
Algonquin. The village that she was born in was in the east. Today it
is called New York, but in those days it was all Indian country. White
people were beginning to come there but most of the people were Indian.
When
the white people came, they
brought
terrible sickness with them and many
of the Indian people died. They
were diseases that they had never seen before, and it made them very
afraid. Sometimes a whole village would die. Families were wiped out by
measles or small pox and children were left without parents, and
parents left without children. This is what happened to Tekakwitha and
her parents. They died of sickness when she was very little and she was
adopted by her uncle. She was only four years old and very lonely. Her
uncle needed a daughter and so he took her into his longhouse to stay.
Her uncle took good care of her, but
she was
little and weak. She had marks all over her skin because she had small
pox, too. She had been very sick but did not die. Sometimes her eyes
could not stand the sunlight, or were blurry because of the disease.
But she tried to work hard around the longhouse getting water, cooking
corn meal, getting firewood. Along with all the other women she went to
the fields to plant and hoe the corn. In the fall, she helped pick the
corn and put it away for the winter. It was hard work, but all her
life, Tekakwitha wasn't afraid to work hard to help others. Working
hard so that everyone could stay alive was a traditional Indian value
and she believed in it. Her people came first.
One day, some strange white men came to
visit
the village where Tekakwitha lived. The people called them "black
robes" because that is what they wore all the time. They were not
soldiers and they did not come to trade things like the other white men
did. They asked the chiefs if they could talk to the people about God,
the Great Spirit. They said they had some good news about Him for the
people to hear. They promised to be peaceful and not harm anyone, and
gave some gifts to the chiefs. The chiefs agreed to let them stay
awhile and build a lodge in their village. Kindness to strangers was an
Indian value and they were chiefs.
The "black robes" stayed among the
people and
spoke often about Jesus, who as God's son, came to show people how to
live in peace. He gave his life in great suffering on the cross for all
people everywhere, even the Indian people who already knew about the
Great Spirit. Tekakwitha heard these men speak and she felt her heart
go out to them and their words. She felt they were good words for her
and her people to hear. She was 12 years old and had many things that
she was thinking about. She had many questions and these men were
giving answers that went straight to her heart.
For the next eight years, the black
robes
came among her people, speaking and baptizing. She held back during
that time until she felt ready to ask for baptism. She knew that it
would displease her uncle and she did not want to hurt him. She
respected him and owed so much to him for taking care of her all her
years in his longhouse. But she finally felt that she must do what God
was calling her to do. True to her name, she put God first in her life.
If God was really her Father, then she must respect his wishes also. On
Easter in 1676, she had the water of Baptism poured over her and became
a follower of Jesus. From then on, she felt a great closeness to God.
She was filled with the presence of God and his love, and talked to Him
often in her prayers.
At first, her life did not look
different.
She still worked as hard as ever and took care of her relatives. But
gradually, some of the people began to make fun of her, because they
felt that she was betraying the Indian people and going over to the
whites. Kateri (her new name after Baptism) tried to tell them that
God, the Great Spirit who made all people, belongs to everyone. They
did not understand her and called her a "Christian dog" because she
listened to the white black robes. It was a hard time for Kateri
Tekakwitha but she put up with it because she loved God and would not
go back on her promise to serve him.
Many times her family would say to her:
"Kateri, it is time for you to have a family of your own. Your uncle
needs your husband to help him now, he is getting old and you owe it to
him." Kateri loved children, and knew that her uncle was getting old
and needed help. But since her Baptism, she was so full of God's
Spirit, that it was hard for her to think about a husband as well. She
felt that all people of goodness were her family now. She was happy the
way she was. Her family did not leave her alone, begging her to get
married.
They would not give her anything to eat
on
Sundays because she would not work on that holy day. They began to give
her the worst jobs thinking that this would make her give up her ideas.
"Who ever heard about living for God alone?" they would say. Kateri
accepted all their remarks and jobs cheerfully. She would do anything
to remain loyal to God's call.
Whenever two hard things begin
to
push or pull at a person, this is where the cross is. Kateri felt
pushed by her family to get married and fit in, but she felt pulled by
God to live for him alone. Because she had learned the Indian value of
loyalty well, she remained loyal to God. She loved to go to the woods
alone and spend time with God. There in the tall trees and quiet
sounds, He would speak to her heart. All of nature spoke to her about
the Creator and she felt at peace. Being in harmony with all creation
was an Indian value that she had learned early in her life and she held
to it always. Because she felt the "cross" in her life, she used to
make a cross of sticks in the woods and it would comfort her to think
about how much Jesus suffered for her. Kateri loved the rosary and
carried it around her neck always. She used to sing the prayers in the
Indian way, as she went around all the beads.
One day a
young
warrior decided
to
scare Kateri into giving up her ways. He put on his war paint, picked
up a club and charged at her as if to kill her. Kateri thought she was
going to
die,
and she did not move. She stayed where she was and kept her eyes down.
This great courage so impressed the young man that he lowered his club
and walked away. Like the true Indian that she was, Kateri could face
death with courage. Any day was a good day to die.
After a while, Kateri realized
that
things were not going to change. So she decided that it would be better
if she left her home. Some of her people who were Christian already
lived in another village with the black robes which they called the
"prayer fort." Everybody there was Christian and they lived in peace
the way they wanted to. She did not tell her family about this, and
when the time came, she took off through the woods with some people
from the "prayer fort." It was early in the morning before the others
were awake. When her uncle realized that she had gone, he took after
her to get her back, but he could not find her, and gave up after
awhile.
It was a long trip to the
Christian
village, and it meant traveling for days on foot and by canoe. Kateri
was weak and yet her heart was happy. She could live out the rest of
her days in her own way: loving God with all her heart and soul. She
had asked God to help her if He wanted her to live for Him alone and he
had given her this new life in a new village among friends.
Kateri's days were busy with
working
as usual to help others. She went to work in the cornfields every day.
She gathered firewood as she had always done back in her old village.
She went to the woods to pick berries with the other women. The others
used to tell her to take it easy, that she was too weak to do so much
work, but Kateri did not listen to them. She was generous and wanted to
take care of them. Generosity was an Indian value which Kateri loved.
It was an honor to give things to others, to make oneself poor.
Kateri was good at beading and
used
to make beautiful things which she gave away. Sometimes she would make
something beautiful for God and put it in the chapel for Him alone. She
knew that God loved praise in the Indian way.
The Great Spirit had taught
Kateri
many things in her heart, and she had good advice for others when they
asked for it. Often they would say to her: "Kateri tell us a story,"
and she would. She remembered everything she was told about the life of
Jesus and his followers. She would tell these stories as if it were
happening. People would listen for a long time and not get bored by
her. In fact, they enjoyed being with her, because they felt the
presence of God. One time the "black robe" asked the people why they
gathered around Kateri in church. They told him that they felt close to
God when Kateri prayed. They said that her face changed when she was
praying. It became full of beauty and peace, as if she were looking at
God's face. Gradually, Kateri's
health grew
worse
and worse. Finally she had to go to bed and could not help with the
work anymore. People still kept coming to her for advice and stories.
They would pray with her, too, and feel the presence of God. They did
not want to think that she was going to die. They would all miss her so
much. She was like a mother to all of them. She never had children of
her own, but everyone felt like a family around her.
Kateri was not afraid to die,
just as
before when the warrior tried to scare her. Instead of making her feel
sad, dying made her feel good. She said that it was like "going home."
Besides, she would join all the other people who had gone before her.
Finally, during Holy Week when the church remembers the suffering and
death of Jesus, Kateri died. It was April 17, 1680, and it was spring
time. Just when mother earth is giving new life to the trees, plants
and animals, God was giving new life to Kateri Tekakwitha. Kateri was
young in years just 24 years old. But she was ancient in wisdom. By the
life God had called her to live, she had shown all peoples everywhere
that the Indian people are a deeply spiritual people. The Gospel
belongs to all people and cultures. Wherever its sun shines, flowers
spring up out of the native earth to praise it.
After
Kateri Tekakwitha was
dead,
those who were with her noticed a change in her. The skin on her face
that had been full of scars and marks from small pox looked smooth and
fresh. Everyone knew from this sign that God had always loved Kateri
very much and was letting others know it. The words that the mother of
Jesus said once could be about Kateri as well: "God has looked on my
lowliness and from now on, all nations will call me
blessed!" Courtesy
of the catholic network
Blessed
Kateri And The Cross In The Forest