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AMY CARMICHAEL

DAY

 16.12.1867 – 18.1.1951

After a physical breakdown when she was a missionary in Japan, Amy Carmichael became a missionary in Dohnavur, South India, rescuing children sold to the gods as temple prostitutes.  She formed the Dohnavur Fellowship, took on Indian citizenship and melted into the Indian culture.  In 1919 she reluctantly accepted a medal from the governor of Madras.  For years before she died she was totally bedridden, but even here she triumphed in a deep way with God, and some of her special insights came during those years.

No Christian man or woman was ever meant to walk on the natural plane.  There is no provision made for such a walk.                                            (Gold by Moonlight)

“See in this” – this provoking, this rebuke that should not have been – “a chance to die”.  To self, and the pride that comes from defending self.  “See in anything” – anything that rouses you to claim your “rights”, or even to consider them at all – “a chance to die”… Welcome anything that calls you to your true position:  “I have been crucified with Christ…” (Galatians 2:20).

               From silken self, O Captain, free
               Thy soldier who would follow Thee                                                             (Toward Jerusalem)

What is the ideal for one who is God’s “emissary”?  He is to be disentangled.         (God’s missionary)

To this, I must answer:  “No, there is no harm in recreation – if by that you mean you for a pastime that will re-equip you for future work, and will not cause a leakage of spiritual power.”  …we voluntarily and gladly lay aside things that charm the world, so that we may be charmed and ravished with the things of heaven.    (God’s missionary)

If, in any way, I belittle those who I am called to serve…
if I talk of their weak points in contrast, perhaps with what I think of as my stronger points…
if I adopt a superior attitude…
if I can easily discuss the shortcomings or the sins of any man or woman…
then I know nothing of Calvary love.

If the praise of others elates me…
if the blame of others depresses me…
if I cannot rest when I am misunderstood, without defending myself…
if I love to be loved, more than to give love…
if I love to be served, more than serving…
then I know nothing of Calvary love.

                                             Let me not sink to be a clod
                                             Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.                   (Toward Jerusalem)

Joy is simply perfect acquiescence to God’s will.        (from Webb-Peploe)

Nothing matters but that which is eternal.                    (Gold Cord)

Sources: Skoglund  Wounded Heroes; David Hazard You Are My Hiding Place