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The Martyr Christina lived during the third century. She was born into a rich family, and her father was governor of Tyre. By the age of 11 the girl was exceptionally beautiful, and many wanted to marry her.
One time Christina was visited by an angel, who instructed her in the true faith in Christ, the Savior of the world. The angel called her a bride of Christ and told her about her future suffering. The holy virgin smashed all the idols standing in her room and threw them out the window.
Liturgical Hymns in Honor of St. Christina from the Menaion
Translations copyright by Br. Isaac E. Lambertsen, drawn from the Menaion of the Orthodox Church, in 12 volumes (in English), published by the St. John of Kronstadt Press, 1180 Orthodox Way, Liberty TN 37095; www.sjkp.org. Authorized only for private devotional purposes. Further distribution, reproduction, or incorporation into other documents is prohibited without prior permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.
Having made thy mind steadfast with goodly hopes, O martyr Christina, thou didst take wing and wast borne aloft, away from transitory things, transported to the everlasting mansions.
Beholding the wicked one broken and lying at the feet of the maiden, O passion-bearers, let us all render praise to the Savior Who hath shown her forth as victor.
Thou didst have the pure desire to behold the comely beauty of the Bridegroom and King; wherefore, O passion-bearer, thou didst splendidly adorn thyself with sufferings.
Directing thine eyes and thought to heaven, O glorious one, thou didst recognize the Fashioner of creation.
Faith in God didst thou possess as riches which cannot be taken away, O honored one; wherefore, thou didst forsake the poverty of idolatry.
Cruelly bound to the tree and enduring laceration, thou didst chant hymnody of thanksgiving unto Christ the Creator, O martyr.
Gazing at the beauty of thy Bridegroom, O martyr, namesake of Christ, thou didst experience divine wounding, delighting in visions of Him.
Bound to the wheel thou didst cry out, O martyr, "I magnify Thee, O Lord, and I glorify the name of Thee Who strengthenest those who love Thee!"
"I have cleaved unto Thee, wounded by desire for Thy love, and Thou hast shown me to be victorious amid suffering," the martyr cried aloud.
As thou wast like an angel in the flesh, O martyr, the angels of heaven fed thee with angelic food. Thou didst not reject the Rock of life, O Christina; wherefore, the enemies bound thee to a stone and cast thee in the water.
Thou wast caught up to the heights, flying aloft like a swallow on wings furnished by the divine Spirit; and thou didst find rest in the Creator.
Thy heart was made sweet by the beauties of thy Lover most sweet, O passion-bearer, and thou didst run with haste to the fragrance of His sufferings, crying: "O my Bridegroom, I now sacrifice myself for the sake of Thy love!"
Thy father, seeing thy love for the heavenly Father, O martyr, showed himself to be barbaric and inflicted multifarious tortures upon thee, for the wickedness of his nature knew no bounds.
Thou didst blossom forth like a lily in the vales of the martyrs, like a sweetsmelling rose; and emitting grace as myrrh, thou hast anointed the hearts of the faithful, O honored martyr, namesake of Christ, who sharest the portion of the holy angels.
Drawing nigh to the roiling fire, thou didst utter a hymn to the Benefactor Who bedeweth thy heart: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!
Desiring to receive the one God, thou didst pay no heed to thy charred members and didst not deny Christ, O virgin, chanting: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God, forever!
With outpourings of thy blood thou didst dry up the streams of the madness of idolatry, and now dost cause an ocean of healings to fall as rain, O virgin martyr, having quenched the flame of the passions.
With divine guidance thou didst sail unharmed over the tumultuous sea of dangers and torments, drowning the serpent in the abyss of thy struggles, O martyr. Wherefore, thou didst safely attain unto the havens of paradise, crying out: Ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
By thy life-creating struggles thou didst slay the cruel serpent, and didst lull to sleep wild beasts by standing in prayer; and thou didst remain untouched by the harm they could wreak, chanting to the Creator, O Christina: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
With a voice of life thou didst raise up one who had died of the venom in a serpent's sting, O martyred passion-bearer; for God Who hath trampled down death by His divine burial heard thy prayers, O Christina. To Him dost thou cry out unceasingly: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Resplendent in the vesture of martyrdom, thou wast vouchsafed to behold thy Bridegroom adorned, O Christina, long-suffering martyr.
As thy lovely beauty loved Christ Who is more comely than all beauties, He hath vouchsafed thee the bridal chambers of heaven.
Thou hast joined the choirs of the incorporeal ones, O glorious one, and hast been numbered with the assemblies of the martyrs, entreating the Most Compassionate One in our behalf.
Thy memorial hath been shown to be brighter than the sun, O Christina, illumining those who honor thee with the rac1iance of the grace of the Spirit.