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About
St. Christina
St. Christina the Astonishing was truly astonishing!
She suffered a seizure which left her on the edge of
death. Her friends and neighbors thought she was dead
and had a funeral for her. She arose during the funeral
and levitated to the rafters of the church. The parish
priest ordered her to come down. St. Christina did as
she was told and explained to all the people present
that she had traveled to Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell.
Patron Saint Christina
Saint Christina is the patron saint of many causes:
* Insanity
* Madness
* Mental Disorders
* Lunatics
* Mental Health Caregivers
* Mental Health Professionals
* Psychiatrists
* Therapists
St. Christina is the patroness of mental disorders because
many of the people who knew her thought she was insane
while others thought she was touched by God. She spent
her entire life torturing herself severely, although
she was never scarred or hurt.
St. Christina Prayer
St. Christina would recite the following song from Psalms
when she was overwhelmed by the tortures she suffered
for the souls in purgatory. Many Catholics wear a St.
Christina medal or a St. Christina necklace to give
them inspiration when the road seems too hard to carry
on. Giving a St. Christina pendant to someone who is
hurting either mentally or physically is a wonderful
way to show them they are not alone.
Reciting this psalm offers solace to the afflicted:
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto
thee.
Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble;
incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer
me speedily.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are
burned as an hearth.
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that
I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave
to my skin.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an
owl of the desert.
I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.
Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that
are mad against me are sworn against me.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink
with weeping,
Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou
hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered
like grass.
But thou, O Lord, shalt endure for ever; and thy remembrance
unto all generations.
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