Amy Carmichael

The secret to great living – Amy Carmichael

The secret to great living – 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.

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The Way of Christ – Amy Carmichael

The Way of Christ – 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.” 

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Conquering Faith – 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 –

Pause in Prayer – 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.”

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Make Me Thy Fuel – 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

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The Purity of Gold – 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.”

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Knowing Calvary Love – Amy Carmichael

If I am content to heal a hurt slightly, saying “Peace, peace,” where is no peace; if I forget the poignant word “Let love be without dissimulation” and blunt the edge of truth, speaking not right things but smooth things, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

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