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
Let me not sink to be a clod
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God!”
– 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
Let me not sink to be a clod
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God!”
– Amy Carmichael –
When I consider the cross of Christ, how can anything that I do be called sacrifice?
– Amy Carmichael –
What is the secret to great living? Entire separation to Christ and devotion to Him. Thus speaks every man and woman whose life has made more than a passing flicker in the spiritual realm. It is the life that has no time for trifling that counts.
– Amy Carmichael –
Are we going in the way Christ has gone, or are we only talking and praying and singing about it? What about likes and dislikes? What about choices? What about Self? Christ’s way is the way that says “No” to the “I” that rises up so often and in its many different disguises. “If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself (say “No” to himself), and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.”
– Amy Carmichael –
You can always give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
– Amy Carmichael –
There is a kind of sympathy that weakens, and kind of sympathy that braces. Which of the two we have to offer depends on how much we know of the Spirit of our Lord. I have ceased to ask for easy ways for those I love most dearly. I ask instead for a conquering faith, for strength and the blessing of peace.
– Amy Carmichael –
Perhaps prayer often needs to be followed by a little pause, that we may have time to open our hearts to that for which we have prayed. We often rush from prayer to prayer without waiting for the word within, which says, “I have heard you, My child.”
– Amy Carmichael –
Give me the Love that leads the way
The Faith that nothing can dismay
The Hope no disappointments tire
The Passion that’ll burn like fire
Let me not sink to be a clod
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God
– Amy Carmichael –
The goldsmith never leaves his crucible once it has entered the fire. He periodically lifts out the gold, lets it cool, rubs it between his fingers, and if not satisfied puts it back … This time he blows the fire hotter than it was before, and each time he puts the gold back into the crucible, the heat of the fire is increased, “It could not bear it so hot at first, but it can bear it now; what would have destroyed it then helps it now.” “How do you know when the gold is purified?” we asked, and he answered, “When I can see my face in it, then it is pure.”
– Amy Carmichael –
from Gold Cord