Amy Carmichael, an Irish missionary and writer who spent fifty-three years in south India without furlough was called to missions as a young woman, she responded joyfully first traveling to Japan, then China, Ceylon, and finally, India. There she founded the Dohnavur Fellowship, a work for children in moral danger. Elizabeth Elliot shows how one woman offered up her singleness for God’s service and found true fulfillment. Elisabeth visited Dohnavur Compound in India where she had access to Amy’s correspondence and photographs. Through research and interviews and forty years of reading her books, she became intimately acquainted with this devoted soldier of God. The result is a reverent biography, which traces the entire life of this missionary to India entitled: A Chance to Die, The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael.
On my little lap desk, hand painted in 1993, by our daughter-in-law, Lois Pierpont, I penned this poem (inside the cover) by Amy, who saved many from a life of slavery, whom she called her children.
FOR OUR CHILDREN
Father, hear us, we are praying, Hear the words our hearts are saying; We are praying for our children.
Keep them from the powers of evil, From the secret, hidden peril; Father, hear us for our children.
From the whirlpool that would suck them, From the treacherous quicksand, pluck them; Father, hear us for our children.
From the worldling’s hollow gladness, From the sting of faithless sadness, Father, Father, keep our children.
Through life’s troubled waters steer them; Through life’s bitter battle cheer them; Father, Father, be Thou near them.
Read the language of our longing, Read the wordless pleadings thronging, Holy Father, for our children.
And wherever they may abide, Lead them Home at eventide.