St. Kateri’s Witness: Her Fidelity to God

Message from Saint Kateri Tekakwitha to the Little Apostle . Received 5 July 2025 - (Pt 1)

LITTLE APOSTLE :

St. Kateri Tekakwitha appeared as an Indigenous woman, surrounded by heavenly light. Her skin was olive-bronze, her face square with high cheek-bones. She wore a khaki-beige tunic with a red-striped mantle draped over her shoulders and upper chest, a small feather held by a band at the back of her head, and a hand-made cross emblem on the left side of her garment.

ST. KATERI:

Dear one, blessings flowing from the River of Heaven. I am Kateri, once a child of the Mohawk people on earth and now a daughter of the Church Triumphant.

While I still walked the earth, I often went to the meadowlands beside the stream I had named the River of Grace. In that quiet place—with my heart wide open in love for God—I reflected on how I might bring His Word to my people.

I understood that the best path I could choose was the way of humble example—living each day by pouring out the love I had come to know from our beloved Savior.

I permitted the fire of the Holy Spirit to blaze within me, and my thirst for God’s love became unquenchable. Others saw my face alight with this grace and marveled at the quiet transformation of my soul.

One day, under the shining sun near my tepee, my uncle—the stern voice among our people—approached and confronted me:

“Kateri, why do you follow a God our ancestors did not know? Let me help you cast out these evil thoughts.”

With my father’s consent, he summoned a tribal leader to perform rites meant to drive out what they called “evil spirits.”

Oh, dear child, how deep was my sorrow when they blasphemed the Holy Spirit—our Lord and Giver of Life—by calling Him an unclean spirit.

Though they recognized my acts of kindness and my heart’s unconditional love, my spirit wept. Yet I bowed in obedience.

I waited a few days in reflection on my life, and once again, I set out for the river to seek the yearning of my soul and divine discernment. But I heard nothing from God.

My heart was troubled by the silence—and by the noise within: the unrest my choices had stirred among my people.

My decision to believe in a God unknown to our ancestors had created sorrow and division, casting a shadow over the place I once called home. I felt caught between worlds, no longer able to live and worship as I had, nor fully embraced in the path I had chosen.

“After a few more moons had passed, at the dawn of a new day, I returned to the river—where, in its silence, I heard the Spirit of our Lord Jesus speak more clearly than any noise within my mind. My heart heard Him plainly, and after many long seasons, it was filled with joy.

There, in the hush of prayer, He guided me into the fullness of His will and awakened the mission He had planted deep within my soul

Now I rejoice amid the beauty of Heaven. My ancestors missed great happiness by turning from the truth, yet here I stand to impart this message to all who face trials born of others’ desires.

I knew I was in love with Jesus, and that love thundered in my heart more loudly than any voice—even those I cherished. The Holy Spirit is God, the very breath of Love. Sometimes you must choose what is right before God, even when every voice around you cries otherwise.

Tomorrow, dear sister, I will transmit a new message to Jesus’ followers.
Go in the peace of our Lord Jesus Christ.

(With filial obedience, these words are offered to the local Ordinary for discernment and approval.)