For All Saints Day, the homeschool co-op had kids dress up as a saint and talk about their saint. Sienna dressed as Saint Kateri Tekakwitha, who was just canonized on October 21, 2012 and she is also the first Native American Saint. The following is taken from conservationcatholic.org:
At the age of four, smallpox attacked Tekakwitha's
village, taking the lives of her parents and baby brother, and leaving
Tekakwitha an orphan. Although forever weakened, scarred, and partially blind,
Tekakwitha survived. The brightness of the sun blinded her and she would feel
her way around as she walked.
Tekakwitha
was adopted by her two aunts and her uncle, also a Kanienkehaka chief. After
the smallpox outbreak subsided, Tekakwitha and her people abandoned their
village and built a new settlement, called Caughnawaga, some five miles away on
the north bank of the Mohawk River, which today is in Fonda, New
York.
In many ways, Tekakwitha's life was
the same as all young Native American girls. It entailed days filled with
chores, spending happy times with other girls, communing with nature, and
planning for her future. She often went to the woods alone to speak to God and listen to Him in her heart
and in the voice of nature.
When Tekakwitha was eighteen, Father de Lamberville, a Jesuit
missionary, came to Caughnawaga and established a chapel. Her uncle disliked
the "Blackrobe" and his strange new religion, but tolerated the missionary's
presence. Kateri vaguely remembered her mother's whispered prayers, and was
fascinated by the new stories she heard about Jesus Christ. She wanted to learn
more about Him and to become a Christian.
Father
de Lamberville persuaded her uncle to allow Tekakwitha to attend religious
instructions. The following Easter, twenty-year old Tekakwitha was baptized.
Radiant with joy, she was given the name of Kateri, which is Mohawk for
Catherine.
Kateri's family did not accept her choice to embrace Christ. After her baptism,
Kateri became the village outcast. Her family refused her food on Sundays
because she wouldn't work. Children would taunt her and throw stones. She was
threatened with torture or death if she did not renounce her religion.
Because of increasing hostility from her people and because she wanted to devote
her life to working for God, in July of 1677, Kateri left her village and fled
more than 200 miles through woods, rivers, and swamps to the Catholic
mission of St. Francis Xavier at Sault Saint-Louis, near Montreal. Kateri's
journey through the wilderness took more than two months. Because of her
determination in proving herself worthy of God and her undying faith she was
allowed to receive her First Holy Communion on Christmas Day,
1677.
Although not
formally educated and unable to read and write, Kateri led a life of prayer and
penitential practices. She taught the young and helped those in the village who
were poor or sick. Kateri spoke words of kindness to everyone she encountered.
Her favorite devotion was to fashion crosses out of sticks and place them
throughout the woods. These crosses served as stations that reminded her to
spend a moment in prayer.
Kateri's motto
became, "Who can tell me what is most pleasing to God that I may do it?" She
spent much of her time in prayer before the Blessed Sacrament, kneeling in the
cold chapel for hours. When the winter hunting season took Kateri and many of
the villagers away from the village, she made her own little chapel in the woods
by carving a Cross on a tree and spent time in prayer there, kneeling in the
snow. Kateri loved the Rosary and carried it around her neck always.
Often people would ask, "Kateri, tell us a story." Kateri remembered everything
she was told about the life of Jesus and his followers. People would listen for
a long time. They enjoyed being with her because they felt the presence of
God. One time a priest 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.
On March 25, 1679, Kateri made a vow of perpetual virginity, meaning that she
would remain unmarried and totally devoted to Christ for the rest of her life.
Kateri hoped to start a convent for Native American sisters in Sault St. Louis
but her spiritual director, Father Pierre Cholonec discouraged her. Kateri's
health, never good, was deteriorating rapidly. Father Cholonec encouraged Kateri to take better care of
herself but she laughed and continued with her "acts of love."
The poor health which plagued her
throughout her life led to her death in 1680 at the age of 24. Her last words
were, "Jesus, I love You." Like the flower she was named for, the lily, her
life was short and beautiful. Moments after dying, her scarred and disfigured
face miraculously cleared and was made beautiful by God. This miracle was
witnessed by two Jesuits and all the others able to fit into the
room. Kateri is known as "Lily of the Mohawks" or "Beautiful Flower Among True Men." The Catholic Church declared Kateri venerable in 1943. She was beatified in 1980 by Pope John Paul II. Kateri was canonized on October 21, 2012, thus becoming the first Native North American saint. Her feast is celebrated on July 14th in the United States. Pope John Paul II designated Blessed Kateri as a patroness for World Youth Day 2002.
Saint Kateri's tomb is found at St. Francis Xavier Mission in the Mohawk Nation at Kahnawake, near Montreal, Quebec. Saint Kateri is honored at the National Shrine of Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha in Fonda, New York and the Shrine of Our Lady of Martyrs in Auriesville, New York.
"I am no longer my own.
I have given myself entirely to Jesus Christ."
~ Saint Kateri
Tekakwitha
And this is the most beautiful tree in the neighborhood right now :)
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