Never one to pass up the chance to recommend a book, I scanned my shelf for something a bit obscure. My eyes settled on one that has impacted me more than almost any other.
Then I read this post by Sarah Mae. And I knew I had to share the book with you.
I was a sophomore in college attending a campus ministry’s weekly meeting. A guest speaker who worked for another non-profit urged us to consider leaving the comforts of America to bring hope to the hopeless in the far corners of the world.
By way of illustration, he told the story of Amy Carmichael, a Northern Irish missionary in the early 20th century who spent the better part of her life in India. Her story moved me in a way I’d never experienced before.
Afterward, as I shared this with the speaker, he handed me the biography Amy Carmichael: Let the Little Children Come.
From the first pages, it opened my eyes to horrors I’d not known existed–back then or now. In the end, it forced me to consider my response to such circumstances still present today.
After learning of the culturally-ingrained practices of child prostitution and slavery in India, Amy began to rescue and adopt these children.
When impoverish parents were on the verge of selling their baby to a temple (many of which, according to Mahatma Ghandi, were at that time no better than brothels), Amy would attempt to buy the child herself. She gave the rest of her life to these little ones’ nurture and care.
After a critical injury in 1931, chronic pain set in and for the next twenty years she was confined to her bed. During that time, she wrote 13 of her 35 books; an early biographer remarked that “God used her pen for more widespread and deeper spiritual blessing during the post-accident period than in all the preceding years.”
To say she bore her pain with grace would seem to be an understatement.
Paralysis By Needs
The darkness that Amy faced in India still remains today–in all corners of the world. Considering these issues can be overwhelming. It’s easy to feel paralyzed by the scale of needs.
When this paralysis hit me, I’m helped by remembering that doing something small is better than doing nothing at all. And often, something “small” to us is huge to another.
Ways to Do Something “Small:”
*Check out Noonday Collection, which provides pathways out of poverty for families that might otherwise abandon their children.
On a lighter note, what’s the best book you’ve read that we’ve never heard of? 🙂