An Early Memory

I've been going through my books and files lately, trying to weed out material that I no longer need or use. In that process, I've rediscovered some delightful research.

The next few posts will be about the insights of an English woman named Amy Carmichael who was born in 1867. In my opinion, she was one of the great spiritual heroines of the last century. Among her many accomplishments was her self-assigned rescue mission of young girls in India who were sold to Hindu priests by their parents and dedicated and trained virtually from toddlerhood to become "servants of the gods" (cult prostitutes) at Indian temples. She created a safe place for these young girls at immense personal cost (her life was repeatedly threatened) and taught them about Christ and their true worth in God's eyes.

She started a school, a hospital,a library, a weaving and vocational training center and cooperative gardens and fruit groves--all self supporting. These are still flourishing today. She also wrote inspirational poems which have been set to music.

Here is a short sample of her writing:

An Early Memory

My first memory as a tiny child is this: after the nursery light had been turned low and I was quite alone, I used to smooth a little place on the sheet and say aloud, but softly, to our Father, 'Please come and sit with me.' And that baby custom left something which recurs and is with me still. Our God is a God at hand, and 'To Him who is everywhere, men come not by travelling but by loving.'

to be continued....