I met a beautiful soul yesterday. Her name was Christina and she was 45 years old. She caught my eye and my ears on a street in San Francisco. She was screaming at something or someone that we couldn’t see. I could tell right away she had Schizophrenia at the least and I’m sure much more. Her hair was short and a dirty brown; she was missing most of her teeth and the teeth she had left wouldn’t be there long; her clothing consisted of a dirty pair of pajama pants, a long sleeve shirt that she wore inside out, and hole-y socks. She wasn’t wearing any shoes. She didn’t have shoes. Can I remind you she was in the middle of San Francisco?….No shoes….She struck an interest in me and I was immediately intrigued, so I followed her. She sat down in this court yard area that consisted of a bunch of tables and chairs to eat on. The court yard was packed along with the street. Immediately this lady started attracting attention to herself but not on purpose. She was battling some pretty harsh demons rather it be mental illness, a true spiritual warfare that I or others are not capable of seeing, or maybe it was all her making it up to get attention. Regardless, whatever it was, it was a battle that I could not fathom fighting.
I watched her in the courtyard for a while, talking to/screaming at things that were not there (at least things that I could not see) all the while attracting more and more attention to herself. The people that surrounded her stared at her with curiosity, disgust, laughter, and judgement. She soon got up and stormed over to a trash can and immediately started picking through the trash.
At that time my husband and I interjected the situation. We spent about a half a hour with this woman. She smelt of urine, her skin was stained with dirt, and she was broken. I learned a lot about Christina in that half hour. I learned:

  • Her name was Christina.
  • She was 45 years old.
  • Born and raised in San Francisco.
  • Christina didn’t like High School but she attended Downtown High School in San Francisco when she grew up.
  • She smoked in High School in a thing called “The Pit”. She thinks that High Schools should still allow smoking because “The kids are going to do it anyway, right?” -Christina
  • Christina was abused as a child by both of her parents and it left a HUGE scar. She didn’t want to talk much about it.
  • I could see she was having delusions and hallucinations. One person she could see and converse with name was Eddy. I couldn’t see him.
  • She said she believed in God but every time she said it she would whisper to herself “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
  • She was more interested in hearing us talk than her talking about her story.
I think that the world see’s Christina like the picture above. It’s not normal, kind of scary, very different, but also hard not to look at. If it’s so hard not to look at, if so many people sit and stare with curiosity, why don’t more people try to help her? Why are we all turning the cold shoulder? Is it because we are afraid? What are we afraid of?
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angles. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger of needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for the least of these, you did not do for me.'”
Matthew 25:40-45
I think this is how God see’s Christina and her soul. Covered in wildflowers, colorful, untamed, reaching up for help, and absolutely beautiful.

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