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Showing posts with label Amy Carmichael. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Inspired by . . . the cost

 

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 Satan is so much more in

earnest than we are -

he buys up the

opportunity while we are

wondering

how much it will cost.

~ Amy Carmichael

 

 

Amy Carmichael didn’t waste time counting the cost. Neither did Corrie Ten Boom. I haven’t read Michelle DeRusha’s new book, 50 Women Every Christian Should Know: Learning from Heroines of the Faith, but I can pretty much guarantee both these women are in there. I can also pretty much guarantee the other 48 women that Michelle included in her book, didn’t waste their time counting the cost either.

But there is a cost.

And sometimes, it’s huge.

I’ve been reading The Hiding Place, by Corrie Ten Boom.

Be warned. This book reaches out, grabs on to every piece of you, and pulls you in.

“All of Haarlem seemed to know what we were up to. We knew we should stop the work, but how could we? Who would keep open the network of supplies and information on which the safety of hundreds depended? If a hideaway had to be abandoned, as happened all the time, who would coordinate the move to another address? We had to go on, but we knew that disaster could not be long in coming.”

“That night Father and Betsie and I prayed long after the others had gone to bed. We knew that in spite of daily mounting risks we had no choice but to move forward. This was evil’s hour: we could not run away from it. Perhaps only when human effort had done its best and failed, would God’s power alone be free to work.”

Excerpts from: Boom, Corrie Ten; Elizabeth Sherrill; John Sherrill (2006-01-01). The Hiding Place.  Baker Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

 

This side of heaven, there will always be a cost for doing God’s will.

 

“If the world hates you, you know that it hated Me before it hated you.

If you were of the world, the world would love its own.

Yet because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world,

therefore the world hates you. (John 15:18-19)

 

Read what Ms. Ten Boom’s father said, the day after he was arrested, when given the offer to return home “{and not} cause any more trouble.”

“If I go home today,” he said evenly and clearly, “tomorrow I will open my door again to any man in need who knocks.”

Mr. Ten Boom died eight days later. Corrie scratched this on the wall of her cell: MARCH 9, 1944 Father. Released.

He was not a senile old man. He could say what he said with conviction because, “for I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day.” (2 Tim 1:12) God had proved His faithfulness time and again.

I don’t know about you, but one of Satan’s most effective wiles in my life is that of inaction.

Amy Carmichael’s quote convicts me. The Ten Boom’s give passion to that conviction.

I pray that when the knock sounds at my door,  that my response will be based on the invisible, rather than the visible.

 

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment,

is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,

while we do not look at the things which are seen,

but at the things which are not seen.

For the things which are seen are temporary,

but the things which are not seen are eternal. (2 Corinthians 4:16-18)

 

Paul could say this, despite the beatings, the shipwrecks and the prison cells.

I know that Corrie Ten Boom believed the same.

Do we?

Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief!

 

Shalom,

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Inspired by . . . Amy

 

 

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Love of my heart, my stream runs dry;

O Fountain of the heavenly hills,

Love, blessed Love, to Thee I cry,

Flood all my secret hidden rills.

Waters of love, O pour through me,

I must have Love: I must have Thee.

 

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Lord, give me love, then I have all,

For love casts out tormenting fear.

And love sounds forth a trumpet call

To valiant hope; and sweet and clear

The birds of joy sing in my tree,

Love of my heart, when I have Thee.

 

Amy Carmichael

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