*Disclaimer* I am not catholic (I’m not even a good christian. I’m one of those “I love Jesus, but I don’t much like christians” christians.), and before this I have been skeptical of saints. I take NO credit for the healing described in the post.
What was your dream destination in 2012 and why?
It can be a town, city, country or region — real or imaginary — and doesn’t matter if you actually got there or not! (Reverb12 Prompt #5)
I’ve heard journalists and others pronounce her name Cat-er-eye, but real Mohawks pronounce it Gud-duh-liegh.
In August of 2012, I went on a trip to the shrine of Kateri Tekakwitha. It’s not far from here, but there were a few other historic places nearby that I wanted to visit, so I stayed overnight. And I wanted to go alone.
At the chapel, I lit candles (for me, my son, two other cancer patients, my daughter, and my mother) for healing. Kateri is known for miracles of healing.
I walked around and looked at everything, even the gift shop. I took a walk to the archeological site that used to be her village.
I went to pray and scoop up a jar of holy water where she was baptized.
I sat by the spring and prayed for my healing and for my son’s healing. I also prayed for the healing of my kids’ and my relationship until I heard a voice say, “Get up and go now. Go NOW!”
As I hiked back to the shrine, I noticed a little cut on my right arm (the cancer side), less than 1/4 inch, with little drops of blood dripping out. I know this is symbolic, I just haven’t figured it out yet.
My trip was in August, she became a saint in October. The first Native American saint. And she happens to be from my little tribe, the Mohawks. My son and I are well on our way to healing. The two cancer patients are also, one has “no evidence of disease” after having been determined terminal, the other was caught at stage 1 and was taken care of with surgery. My mother’s OK, and so is my daughter. I still have a jar of holy water on the table in the front room. What does one do with holy water?
(I also visited a certain historically famous person’s residence. My family may or my not be descended from him. My brother and I are toying with the idea of writing a screen play about his escapades.)
(The blue tape indicates the flood line from Hurricane Irene. Irene is my sister’s name.)