Amy Carmichael

Consider that she went to the field under the authority of one board, but she did pretty much her own thing. Upsetting conventional norms, ignoring the caste system, dressing like an Indian woman, and demanding that everyone in her mission go by an Indian name.

Consider the fact that the reports she mailed home were often too strange to be believed or too shocking. Consider the fact that the final 20 years of her ministry, she was practically an invalid directing the work from her bedroom. Who would support a missionary like that? Today on Wisdom for the Heart, Stephen Davey will introduce you to the life and ministry of Amy Carmichael. Amy Carmichael served God faithfully for many years in a difficult land.

We're going to discover something very important today. A good missionary brings conviction to the people he or she is trying to reach. A great missionary brings conviction to the church as well. And I think that as we learn more about the life of Amy Carmichael, God will use it to prick our hearts regarding our own commitment to reaching the lost.

Now, here's Stephen with today's lesson. In 1867, the oldest of seven children was born into an Irish family with a family name Carmichael. Although the parents, David and Catherine Carmichael, were dedicated Christians, they had no idea that their oldest firstborn daughter would grow up to become one of the modern world's most revered missionaries. What they did learn quickly on was that she was a handful. She was self-willed, hard to handle. How many mothers can identify right now with having a famous missionary one day?

Maybe you're ready to send her to India right now or him. One of the first incidents that I came across that showed her determined will and her fiery personality occurred when she was only five years old. Her mother had told her that whatever she wanted or needed from God, she was to pray and God would answer her prayer. Amy had brown eyes and really felt that she would be better off with blue eyes. One night she prayed fervently that God would change the color of her eyes to blue. The next morning she jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror and Mrs. Carmichael could hear Amy wailing and weeping in frustration and disappointment. She had some trouble explaining to Amy that God sometimes answers prayers by saying no and always has a reason even though we might not know what it is. On another occasion, she was about six years of age, an adult scolded her while she was eating plums because she was swallowing the seeds. And he said, look, if you don't stop swallowing those plum seeds, you're going to grow plum trees out of your head. And Amy promptly swallowed 12 of them delighted with the idea of growing an orchard on her head.

How fun was that? Well, this sense of strong determination would serve her well later in India. She would abandon European dress. She would eventually drop her English mission agency and create her own. She would buck the caste system of India.

She would build an orphanage and she would treat all of the staff and children equally. Years later, she would write reflecting back on that early childhood prayer where she prayed that her her brown eyes would be turned to blue. She realized why God had not answered her prayer.

It would allow her to impersonate a native Indian woman so that she could enter a Hindu temple, unsuspected in order to sneak away a young girl who was being kept as a prostitute by the Brahmin priest. At the age of 15, Amy believed the gospel and gave her life into the hands of God the father. Two years later, her father unexpectedly died, leaving her along with her mother to raise six younger children. One Sunday morning, soon after her dad died, Mrs. Carmichael and all the children in tow were walking away, leaving a church service, walking home when Amy spied an older woman, a woman we would refer to as a street person, who was burdened down with this heavy load of rags. And instantly, she went over with a brother or two and helped this woman with her bundle and took her arms and helped her along. And Amy would write later that she remembered the icy stares of the other church members whom she called proper Presbyterians, who obviously disapproved of her actions.

You shouldn't get your hands dirty like that. Amy would write that as she helped that old woman with her bundle of rags, a verse of scripture flashed into her mind that she had memorized earlier. 1 Corinthians 3 and verse 11.

In fact, you might want to turn there. That's one of the significant verses that would impact and guide her life. 1 Corinthians 3 and verse 11. The apostle Paul is encouraging the church in Corinth and he says, the latter part of verse 10, let each man be careful how he builds upon this foundation, which is Christ.

Verse 11, for no man can lay a foundation other than the one which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. Now, if any man builds upon the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw, each man's work will become evident for the day will show it because it will be revealed with fire. The fire itself will test the quality of each man's work, referring to believers. If any man's work which he has built upon it remains, he'll receive a reward. If any man's work is burned up, he shall suffer loss.

That is, he'll lose that reward. But he himself will be saved, yet so as through fire. Now, in this text, the apostle references the coming evaluation of every Christian's life. This isn't a time of punishment.

It's a time of evaluation and reward. In fact, Paul is going to expound on this judgment over in 2 Corinthians 5 and verse 10, where he writes, Therefore we have as our ambition, that is, our passion, whether at home or absent, to be pleasing to God. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may be rewarded for his deeds in the body. Now, we're clearly told that no believer is saved by good works, for by grace you've been saved through faith, not of yourselves. It is the gift of God, not of what? Works, lest any man should boast.

That's pretty clear, isn't it? Salvation isn't earned by good works. However, even though salvation isn't earned by good works, it is definitely evidenced by good works. As the Reformers put it so well centuries ago, saving faith is faith in Christ alone, but saving faith is never alone.

It's always at work. So genuine faith is accompanied by good works that glorify the Father and cause the world to see the power of the gospel in and through our lives. So this text would challenge her with what was she building into her life? What would be revealed should Christ evaluate her? Would it last the fiery gaze of his evaluation, like gold and silver and precious gems? Or would it go up in smoke like wood, hay, and stubble? The question that she would write about that would come to her mind, that Paul would lead all of us to ask, what are we effectively giving to God? Stuff that will burn up? Meaningless?

Or do we offer him that which will last? It was this passage that sent Amy Carmichael to her room that afternoon after coming home from helping this woman, and she prayed in anguish over the idea that she would settle for the religious status quo, that she would be a proper Presbyterian, that she would keep her hands from getting dirty, that her life wouldn't make a difference in people's lives. Her biographers would write that that particular day and this particular passage would echo throughout the rest of her life. Eventually, Amy's mother was unable to care for all of the children, and Amy was old enough, and so she moved into the home of a godly widower who was raising his sons. He just so happened to be the co-founder of the Keswick movement, and Amy would serve as his secretary for several years. While living in this man's home, who would have a great impact in her life, the Lord began to burden her heart for young women who worked at a nearby mill, and she decided it was time to get her hands dirty again. These young women were nicknamed shawleys because they were too poor to buy hats while they worked, and so they would take their shawls and pull them up around their heads. They began to work among the shawleys. So effective was her work that, after a matter of months, a number of women entrusted Christ as their Lord and Savior. Living at home also gave her a tremendous opportunity to meet and talk with personally choice servants of God from that generation with names like F.B.

Meyer and Hudson Taylor. It wasn't long before Amy began to desire some kind of ministry in a distant land where all of her pioneering and strong-willed attributes could really be put to the test. She would write that, after hearing Hudson Taylor preach, that Mark chapter 16 and verse 15 would become a significant verse in her life as well at this particular stage. And just those first two words, go ye, go ye, go ye. In the original language, that's in the imperative.

It's a command. You go. That's how she heard it. You, Amy, go. And deliver the gospel to some nation, some distant land, not someone else.

You go. Amy applied to Hudson Taylor's China Inland Mission, but was rejected because of her poor health. She suffered from neuralgia.

They diagnosed it as that, a disease that stimulated the nerves to feel pain, and it would force her to lie in bed for weeks at a time. But undeterred, within the years, she was on a boat headed for Japan. She would serve less than a year, though forced to return home with her health broken. Now, for most people in Victorian England, that would have been enough. She would have been applauded for her effort. Way to go, Amy.

You tried. God would be pleased, and you ought to be satisfied with that particular sacrifice and obedience. She would later write, Satan is so much more in earnest than we are.

He buys up the opportunities while we are wondering how much they will cost us. To the surprise of everybody, and many a concern, one year later, under a different board, in fact belonging to the Church of England, Amy set sail for India. Not exactly an easier place to serve. She did struggle with her health. She would write how she struggled with loneliness. She struggled to learn the Tamil language so that she could share the gospel. She was in her early 20s. What's fascinating is that she persevered through it.

In fact, she would end up serving in India for 55 years without ever returning home one time on furlough. Her ministry, though, would take a turn she never expected, neither did the other missionaries. In fact, it would result in misunderstandings from her supporting church and board, disagreements with the other missionaries, an angry power play by an influential family back home that tried to take control of her ministry, trouble with the law.

But Amy chose to stay. In fact, she created her own mission agency, trusted Christ to keep her out of prison and to care for her financial needs. It all began with a little girl named Preena. Preena was sold at the age of seven by her parents to the local Hindu temple where she was supposedly married to the gods. You pull back the mask and you discover that she was actually inducted into a world that today goes by the name sex trafficking. Although in her day and in her culture, it was accepted, it was even revered.

The parents were honored for doing so. The practice had begun in the early part of the sixth century, and it involved young girls who were sold by their parents to the Hindu priests, where they would be taught to sing and dance. When they reached puberty, they would be forced into lives of inescapable tragedy, for lack of a better word.

There were nothing more than slaves of the Brahmin priests used and abused by the men who came to the temple with their gifts of money and food. When Preena, this little girl, realized what her life would actually become, she ran away. She escaped.

She eventually made it back to her home. No sooner had she arrived home that a woman from the temple that had been tracking her arrived as well and demanded that her mother and father give Preena back immediately. Amy writes that Preena's arms were clutching her mother's waist while she cried to be rescued, and the woman from the temple threatened the wrath of the local gods, the Hindu gods, that would come down upon them unless they returned her immediately. Amy writes that Preena's mother actually unloosed her daughter's clinging arms from around her waist and handed her back over to this woman.

When they returned to the temple, the Brahmin priests took hot irons and branded Preena's hands as punishment. But Preena refused to give up, and she soon ran away again, not home this time. This time she ran to a nearby village and providentially was found by a woman who knew Christ who hid her. And it just so happened by the providence of God visiting that same village that afternoon was an English missionary by the name of Amy Carmichael. And when she met Preena and heard her story, Amy uncovered what she later wrote, and I quote, was this ugly sore on Mother India's body where fathers and mothers sold their daughters to different gods turning their precious daughters into temple prostitutes, end quote. And Amy went into action. A village in southern India called Donavur became her mission headquarters.

She purchased about 100 acres, primarily became a refuge that Amy nicknamed the Gray Jungle Retreat. It wasn't long before 17 young girls had escaped or had been whisked away from nearby temples to this sanctuary. And all of the girls called her the same name, Amma, Mother. If you can believe it, missionaries were appalled that Amy would interrupt the caste system or even dare to rescue little girls away in the night from Hindu temples.

That was against the conventionalities of the day. She would write about her experiences back to her supporters at home. One manuscript she actually hoped to publish, which would open the eyes of her countrymen, was refused by the publisher who sent it back to her saying it was too disturbing and discouraging to read.

She pressed on. She sacrificed all she had, gold, silver, and precious stone. Eventually, her haven of Donavur cared for little boys and abandoned babies, and they all called her Amma. I found it interesting to discover in my reading that most of the children who came to this refuge didn't know their birth date, which you could well imagine. And so they would all reckon it the same way. They would choose as their birth date the day they arrived at Amy Carmichael's mission.

They all called that their coming day, and they would celebrate with treats and gifts on their coming day because in their minds that was the day they really began to live. Over the decades, without really asking for it, Amy Carmichael began to gain international notoriety. She was even personally awarded by Queen Victoria for her service. Mission agencies began to send her letters asking for counsel, advice, and her presence to come and speak. At the height of her growing fame, Amy was walking through the compound one night at a place where workers, unbeknownst to her, had dug a large pit. She fell into the pit, breaking her leg and twisting her spine in the fall, and that injury would leave her bedridden for the rest of her life. She would write in her journal, and I quote, We are not asked to understand, but simply to obey.

Those 20 bedridden years turned out to be amazingly profitable. She would write a half a dozen books along with poetry that has inspired thousands of people in their lives count for Christ to accept this personal call to go, to go, to go, to build a life with precious gifts to Christ. And I want to pause here for just a moment because I want to read you some thoughts that were encouraged by Warren Wiersbe. His wonderful little book actually introduced me to Amy Carmichael's ministry. Wiersbe asked the question.

He pastored Moody Church, he's still alive though deaf, he is still writing in his early 90s. But he asked the question, what church today would support a missionary like Amy Carmichael? Consider these facts. She spent nearly 60 years in the field and never once came home to report to her supporters. Consider that she went to the field under the authority of one board, but she did pretty much her own thing, upsetting conventional norms, ignoring the caste system, dressing like an Indian woman, and demanding that everyone in her mission go by an Indian name, not English. Consider the fact that she left her mission board and started her own without asking. Consider the fact that she went to the field to carry on one kind of ministry, but within a few years began an entirely different ministry that got her into trouble with the law. In fact, on one occasion, she faced a seven-year sentence in prison for assisting in the kidnapping of a child.

The case was dropped. Consider the fact that the reports she mailed home were often too strange to be believed or too shocking to be heard. Consider the fact that she was asked repeatedly to return home for a visit, but she refused to leave her mission. Besides, she said, I found this in one of her writings, she didn't have time and wouldn't fly in one of those new airplanes anyway, because as far as she was concerned, since the devil was the prince of the power of the air, she had no desire to fly through his territory. Consider the fact that the final 20 years of her ministry, she was practically and invalid directing the work from her bedroom.

Who would support a missionary like that? Stubborn, determined, strong-willed, typically given to be against whatever the status quo tended to be. In fact, I discovered this. When she was 80 years old, she would read a reviewer's comment that her books were popular. Popular, she wrote. Lord, is that what these books written out of the heat of battle are to people?

Popular? Oh Lord, burn my books to ashes, end quote. To aspiring missionary candidates, she wrote with realism. Having been to India, I immediately identified with this. She told them that they would never make it in India as a missionary unless they brought with them a sense of humor and absolutely no sense of smell.

That's good. She would tell other candidates that above everything else, serving with her would offer them only one thing, a chance to die. She lived up to her life verse. She gave God precious sacrifices that cost much. When Amy died in 1951 at the age of 83, she left behind a magnificent legacy built upon the foundation of Christ, precious, priceless lives of hundreds of children whose lives were physically and spiritually rescued by the gospel.

I found it interesting to discover this in one of the reports that I read, biographical reports. As death neared, she insisted that no grave marker be placed where she was buried. She wanted absolutely no temptation left to her mission to create some kind of shrine in her honor. She forced them to promise. They honored her wish to a point. On top of her grave, they placed a simple birdbath bearing a little plaque on that birdbath with one word engraved, Amma.

I couldn't help but think of the irony that so many children had found a home because she had been willing to give up hers. I close with the words to a poem that she wrote that reveals her attitude toward life and ministry and even suffering, the kind of life she wanted that would matter. Free me from prayer that asks 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, O Captain, free thy soldier who would follow thee, from subtle love of softening things, from easy choices weakening, from all that dims thy Calvary, O 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, O flame of God. In many ways, Amy Carmichael reflects the mindset and attitude that all of us should have. I hope you're encouraged and challenged by this message today on Wisdom for the Heart. We're working through a series called Legacies of Light. Stephen is exploring the lives and ministries of several Christian heroes. If you joined us late and missed the beginning of this lesson, or if you want to hear it again in its entirety, it's posted to our website at wisdomonline.org. We'll continue through this series in the days ahead, so please plan to join us here on Wisdom for the Heart. Thank you for watching!