MEATY: A Vision for Souls – by Amy Carmichael

Give me the Love that leads the way
The Faith that nothing can dismay
The Hope no disappointments tire
The Passion that will burn like fire . . .

-Amy Carmichael

day10-240Ezekiel 3:18-19 says, “When I say to the wicked, ‘You shall surely die,’ and you give him no warning, nor speak to warn the wicked from his wicked way to save his life, that same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood I will require at your hand. Yet, if you warn the wicked, and he does not turn from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity but you have delivered your soul.”

These verses stress the vital importance of our Christian and biblical command to share the Gospel with the “heathen” (this term is outdated and unpopular, yet it is vital for mission-minded focus. “Heathen” refers to precious unsaved people who have never yet heard the Gospel message of God’s salvation through Jesus Christ). So often, we are distracted by good and busy activities, even in the church. The following vision, received by Amy Carmichael, compares these activities to making “daisy chains.” As you read this, may you allow the Lord to challenge your heart. May we “see” the waterfall of souls who so desperately need Him, and may we be more aware of God’s passionate love for these people, and allow His love to flow through us . . . through our prayers, our giving, and our obedience.

Amy Carmichael
Missionary to India (1867-1951)

carmichaelAmy Carmichael was born in Northern Ireland to a wealthy family. When she was eighteen, her father died, and as the eldest of seven children, Amy received much of the family responsibility. In 1892, at the age of twenty-four, Amy Carmichael received a “call to missions,” and soon left for Japan, and later, Ceylon. After returning home for a brief time, she finally set sail for the country that would become her long-term home: INDIA!

Within twelve years, Miss Carmichael had 130 children in her care and had rescued many hundreds more. For fifty-five years, she sacrificially lived and ministered in India…without even a furlough. Many others were inspired to join with her, and together with these co-workers, she established an Indian mission work called “The Dohnaver Fellowship”.

Amy Carmichael is best remembered for her life work of saving precious Indian children (especially rescuing many young girls from Hindu temple prostitution). Even today, through her books and writings, the impact of her life and testimony continues to challenge many to a deeper walk with the Lord, and a deeper commitment to His service.

Thy Brother’s Blood – A Vision for Souls

The tom-toms thumped straight on all night, and the darkness shuddered ‘round me like a living, feeling thing. I could not go to sleep, so I lay awake and looked; and I saw, as it seemed, this:

That I stood on a grassy precipice, and at my feet at crevice broke down into infinite space. I looked, but saw no bottom; only cloud shapes, black and furiously coiled, and great shadow-shrouded hollows, and unfathomable depths. Back I drew, dizzy at the depth.

Then I saw forms of people moving in single file along the grass. They were making for the edge. There was a woman with a baby in her arms and another little child holding onto her dress. She was on the very verge. Then I saw that she was blind. She lifted her foot for the next step…it trod air. She was over, and the children over with her. Oh, they cry as they went over! Then I saw more streams of people flowing from all quarters. All were blind, stone blind; and all made straight for the crevice’s edge. They were shrieks as they suddenly knew in themselves that they were falling, and a tossing up of helpless arms, catching, clutching at empty air. But some went over quietly and fell without a sound.

Then I wondered with a wonder that was simple agony, why no one stopped them at the edge. I could not, I was glued to the ground. And I could not call; though I strained and tried, only a whisper would come.

Then I saw that along the edge there were guards set at intervals. But the intervals were too great; there were wide, unguarded gaps between. And over these gaps the people fell in their blindness, quite unwarned; and the green grass seemed blood-red to me, and gulf yawned like the mouth of hell.

Then I saw, like a little picture of peace, a group of people under some trees with their backs turned towards the gulf. They were making daisy chains. Sometimes when a piercing shriek cut the quiet air and reached them, it disturbed them and they thought it a rather vulgar noise. And if one of their number started up and wanted to go and do something to help, then all the others would pull that one down. “Why should you get all excited about it? You must wait for a definite call to go! You haven’t finished your daisy chain yet. It would be really selfish,” they said, “to leave us to finish the work alone.”

There was another group. It was made up of people whose great desire was to get more guards out; but they found that very few wanted to go, and sometimes there were no guards set for miles and miles of the edge.

One girl stood alone in her place, waving the people back; but her mother and other relations called, and reminded her that her furlough was due; she must not break the rules. And being tired and needing a change, she had to go and rest for a while; but no one was sent to guard her gap, and over and over the people fell, like a waterfall of souls.

Once a child caught at a tuft of grass that grew at the very brink of the gulf; it clung convulsively, and it called — but nobody seemed to hear. Then the roots of the grass gave way, and with a cry the child went over, the two little hands still holding right to the torn-off bunch of grass. And the girl who longed to be back in her gap thought she heard the little one cry, and she sprang up and wanted to go; at which they reproved her, reminding her that no one is necessary anywhere; they gap would be well taken care of, they knew. And then they sang a hymn.

Then through the hymn came another sound like the pain of a million broken hearts wrung out in one full drop, one sob. And a horror of great darkness was upon me, for I knew what it was; the cry of the blood.

Then thundered a voice, the voice of the Lord. And he said, “What hast though done? The voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto Me from the ground.”

The ton-toms still beat heavily, and darkness still shuddered and shivered about me. I heard the yells of the devil-dancers and weird, wild shrieks of the devil-possessed just outside the gate.

What does it matter, after all? It has gone on for years; it will go on for years. Why make such a fuss about it? — God forgive us! God arouse us! Shame us out of our callousness! Shame us out of our sin!

Amy Carmichael, Thy Brother’s Blood Crieth:
(India: The Dohnavur Fellowship).
Obtained from an article from Bethany Fellowship, Inc.
Minneapolis, MN.


10 Responses to “MEATY: A Vision for Souls – by Amy Carmichael”
  1. Alice says:

    Thank you so much for this article. It stirred my heart and emotions from complancency. I nearly wept as I saw how my own neglect and complacency has created one of those “gaps” and I truly cried “God, forgive me!…Arouse me!” When God places a calling on your life, you can not escape. As my husband and I, and our 3 children make preparations to be in a position to be sent into vocational ministry, he continues to fan the flame. We do not know where He will send us or how it will take place, but He continues to ignite in our hearts a passion for Him, His Word and His people, those of the faith and those who are lost.

  2. Ann Dunagan says:

    Christy, Thank you SO much for sharing how God is stirring in your heart. May the Lord bless you and your husband and your four kids (and by the way, when we had 4 little ones, about the same age as yours, it was MUCH more demanding work than having our 7 today). God helps us in every season, and He molds us for all that He wants to do, not only through us, but IN us.
    .-= Ann Dunagan´s last blog ..Ann’s Books & Mission-Minded Resources =-.

  3. Ann Dunagan says:

    A note – via facebook – from a dear missionary friend:

    “This vision impacted me many years ago and influenced my decision to become a missionary, which I have been for 22 years now. Souls are the heart of God. What a privilege to carry the Good News to the lost and see many saved.” – Trena Spaulding-Johnson, missionary to the Dominican Republic

    Thank you Trena! And blessings to you & Tim and your boys!
    .-= Ann Dunagan´s last blog ..FREE Mission Resources for Your Family! =-.

  4. Phew. Powerful. Great and appropriate perspective. The Holy Spirit can really paint vivid pictures for us. I once had a vision at a high school retreat when I signed up to go evangelize at the surrounding mall. I saw a great hole open up in the floor and could hear Satan, alone, weeping at his loss and above I could hear the loudest roar from heaven as the angels cheered.

    Also, I’m inspired by Laurel’s tagline… 13 kids? I suppose our little family w/ 4 kids could also do anything if you guys can do it with 7 and they can do it w/ 13!

    Lord may these challenges and this encouragement not serve to satisfy my soul with just the short term thrill of a “good story” but instead leave a longing that can only be met through answering this call over and over and over again however you present it each day. Please let me be pliable enough to fit into your plan. Amen!
    .-= Christy Nordstrom´s last blog ..This Makes No Sense =-.

  5. Laurel says:

    Love the quote from Amy. I will print that off for me and Jim as we step out into NEW ministry … to an island full of lost and hurting people.

    love ya,

    mama of 13


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