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For those of you that have been wondering of my whereabouts, well I have had trouble sitting at the computer. God probably willed that I should have a time of rest. So I turned the time of recovering from my slip disc problem into a time of opportunity. I have been reading a couple of books and watching some really inspiring videos on Youtube. I must say, the rate at which I have become better has been a miracle. I have no doubt about who has worked on getting me better 😉 Praise Jesus the Healer!

I can’t lift too many heavy things. However, I am walking faster and sitting for longer. So, I just about manage to give in a full day at work! And people tell me they can’t see God. I see Him everyday because I believed before seeing. Is it that hard for you to lay back and put your trust in Him? I suffered chronic asthma all through the first part of my life, until something happened. A woman (I don’t recall her name) prayed for me in Jesus name to be healed when I was 14. From that day until now, no asthma! Tell me, what is that? Oh, must I add, I had no idea who Jesus was or about His healing touch before that. I was not exposed to healing crusades, Born Again Christians or even the Bible until much later.

Now, of course I am getting back to normalcy a day at a time. I surely miss blogging and reading my favourite blogs here. I thought why not share some of the articles that have blessed me. Mind you, I have kept copyright policies in mind and I am sharing only stuff that is not protected by law. Today I came across something that I just had to share. Maybe you have already read it, but reading this piece by Amy Carmichael once again will definitely put some fire back in you!

Be blessed! So here goes:

My Brother’s Blood Cries Out
– Amy Carmichael

The tom-toms thumped straight on all night, and the darkness shuddered round me like
a living, feeling thing. I could not go to sleep, so I lay awake and looked; and I saw, as it
seemed, this:

That I stood on a grassy patch, and at my feet a ravine broke straight down into infinite
space. I looked, but saw no bottom; only cloud shapes, black and furiously coiled, and
great shadow-shrouded hollows, and unfathomable depths. Back I drew, dizzy at the
depth.

Then I saw forms of people moving toward the edge. There was a woman with a baby in
her arms and another little child holding on to her dress. She was on the very edge. She
lifted her foot for the next step… Then, to my horror, I saw that she was blind. Before I
could say anything she was over, and the children with her. Their cries pierced the air as
they fell into the inky blackness of the ravine!

Then I saw more streams of people flowing from all quarters. All were blind, stone-blind;
all walked straight toward the edge. There were shrieks as they suddenly knew
themselves falling, and a tossing up of helpless arms, catching, clutching at empty air.
But some went over quietly, and fell without a sound.

Then I wondered, with a wonder that was sheer agony, why no one stopped them at the
edge. I could not. I was glued to the ground, and I couldn’t even yell; though I strained
and tried, only a whisper would come out.

Then I saw that along the edge there were sentries set at intervals.

But the intervals were too large; there were wide, unguarded gaps between. And over
these gaps the people fell because of their blindness, unwarned; and the green grass seemed
blood-red to me, and the ravine yawned like the mouth of hell.

Then I saw, like a little picture of peace, a group of people under some trees with their
backs turned towards the ravine. They were making daisy chains. Sometimes when a
piercing shriek cut the quiet air and reached them, it disturbed them and they thought it
was a rather crude noise. And if one of their group started up and wanted to go and do
something to help, then all the others would pull that one down. “Why should you get
so excited about it? You must wait for a definite call to go! You haven’t finished your
daisy chain yet. It would be really selfish,” they said, “to leave us to finish the work
alone.”

There was another group. It was made up of people whose great desire was to get more
sentries out; but they found that very few wanted to go, and sometimes there were no
sentries for miles and miles along the edge.

Once a girl stood alone in her place, waving the people back; but her mother and other
relations called, and reminded her that her furlough was due; she must not break the
rules. And being tired and needing a change, she had to go and rest for a while; but no
one was sent to guard her gap, and over and over the people fell, like a waterfall of
souls. Once a child grabbed at a tuft of grass that grew at the very edge of the ravine; it
clung convulsively, and it called – but nobody seemed to hear. Then the roots of the
grass gave way, and with a cry the child went over, its two little hands still holding tight
to the torn-off bunch of grass. And the girl who longed to be back in her gap thought she
heard the little one cry, and she sprang up and wanted to go; at which her friends
reproved her, reminding her that no one is necessary anywhere; “The gap would be well
taken care of!”, they said. And then they sang a hymn.

Then through the hymn came another sound like the pain of a million broken hearts
wrung out in one full drop, one sob. And a horror of great darkness was upon me, for I
knew that it was “The Cry of the Blood”.

Then a voice thundered. It was the voice of the Lord, and He said, “What hast thou
done? The voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me from the ground.”

The tom-toms still beat heavily, the darkness still shuddered and shivered about me; I
heard the yells of the devil-dancers and weird, wild shrieks of the devil-possessed just
outside the gate.

What does it matter, after all? It has gone on for years; it will go on for years. Why make
such a fuss about it? God forgive us!

God arouse us! Shame us out of our callousness! Shame us out of our sin!

1 John 3:17

“But whoever has the gospel of Jesus Christ, and sees men lost and dying in their sin,
and closes off his compassion within him, how dwells the love of God in him?”

Paraphrased by Amy Carmichael

About Amy

Amy Carmichael (1867-1951) served in India for 55 years without a furlough motivated by this compelling vision.
She started an orphanage that rescued over 1,000 girls from Hindu temple prostitution. At age 64 she suffered a fall that kept her bedridden for the last 20 years of her life – she spent them praying. When asked, “What is the missionary life like?” She answered, “The missionary life is a chance to die. One can give without loving, but one
cannot love without giving.”

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