|scripture reading:||Psalm 119:153–60|
|key verse:||Job 36:15|
He delivers the poor in their affliction,
And opens their ears in oppression.
Founding the Dohnavur Fellowship, Amy Carmichael ministered to the poor and oppressed children of India for fifty–five years. She encountered periodic bouts with ill health, one of which forced her to leave the mission field for almost a year. She penned the following poem, revealing her keen insight into the painful glories of suffering:
From prayer that I may be, Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee
From fearing when I should aspire, From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, Oh Captain, free Thy soldier who would follow Thee.
From subtle love of softening things, From easy choices, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified, not this way went the Crucified)
From all that dims Thy Calvary, oh Lamb of God, deliver me.
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.
O Lord, set me free from all that dims the vision of Calvary in my life! Give me the love that leads the way, the faith that nothing can dismay. Make me Thy fuel, O Flame of God!