Amy Beatrice (a.k.a. Wilson) Carmichael (December 16, 1867–January 18, 1951) was a Protestant Christian missionary in India, who opened an orphanage and founded a mission in Dohnavur. She served in India for fifty-five years without furlough and authored many books about the missionary work there.
Amy Carmichael was born in the small village of Millisle in Northern Ireland to David and Catherine Carmichael. Her parents were devout Presbyterians; she was the oldest of seven children. She was adopted and tutored by Robert Wilson, cofounder of the Keswick Convention. Her father died when she was eighteen. In many ways she was an unlikely candidate for missionary work. She suffered neuralgia, a disease of the nerves that made her whole body weak and achy and often put her in bed for weeks on end. It was at the Keswick Convention of 1887 that she heard Hudson Taylor speak about missionary life. Soon afterward, she became convinced of her calling to missionary work.
“Your path, with its unexplained…turmoil, and mine with its pain…they are His paths, on which He will show himself faithful.”
“Our Lord Jesus spent much time in healing sick people, and in the natural course of events it happened that the last thing He did with His kind hands was to heal a bad cut. (I wonder how they could have the heart to bind His hands after that.) In this, as in everything, He left us an example that we should follow in His steps. Do the thing that this next minute, this next hour, bring you, faithfully and lovingly and patiently; and then the last thing you do, before power to do is taken from you (if that should be), will be only the continuation of all that went before.”
“If I am soft to myself and slide comfortably into self-pity and self-sympathy, if I do not by the grace of God practice fortitude, then I know nothing of Calvary love. If I myself dominate myself, if my thoughts revolve round myself, if I am so occupied with myself I rarely have “a heart at leisure from itself,” then I know nothing of Calvary love.…That which I know not, teach Thou me, O Lord, my God.
“We profess to be strangers and pilgrims, seeking after a country of our own, yet we settle down in the most un-stranger-like fashion, exactly as if we were quite at home and meant to stay as long as we could. I don’t wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.”
Prayer of Abandonment to God
Father, I abandon myself into Your hands.
Do with me what you will.
Whatever You do, I will thank You.
I am ready for all. I accept all.
Let only Your will be done in me,
as in all Your creatures,
And I’ll ask nothing else, my Lord.
Into your hands I commend my spirit;
I give it to You with all the love of my heart,
For I love You, Lord,
And so need to give myself,
to surrender myself into Your hands
With a trust beyond all measure,
Because You are my Father.
From prayer that asks that I should be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee.
from fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silk and self, O 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
O lamb of God, deliver me.
Give me a 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, O Flame of God.