Amy Wilson Carmichael was a Protestant Christian missionary in India, who opened an orphanage and founded a mission in Dohnavur. She served in India for 55 years without furlough and wrote many books about the missionary work there.
This is a strange little book and you can see that the reviews are mixed. It is not a straight narrative and I realized early on that it needed to be read as a devotional and not as a story. In that way it is full of meat, strong, convicting meat. It is a chance to breathe the air of a different time, a time when death to self was not continually mocked or misunderstood. It is a book that can strip you bare one moment and bind up your wounds with balm the next. It is a strange little volume indeed.
I really wanted to love this book but it was very difficult to get through. There are some gems and quotes I copied into my notebook but otherwise it was a struggle!
This was my first Amy Carmichael book. It was astoundingly wise and beautiful. It was a book of vignettes from the life of an Indian nurse in training woven with quotes from many sources and wisdom that applied spiritual truths to both. There is so much truth, encouragement, and wisdom for the weary mother and educator who’s work is the discipling of others. It was a little disjointed at times and the connections between story and quotes or thoughts were not always made clear. The disjointed nature of the story-telling does not take away from the beauty and the wisdom, however. I highly recommend.
This book is hard to rate. There were bits that were very good but I found it very hard to read. It is choppy and confusing in many ways. It kind of felt like Amy was musing as she wrote and just wrote down her thoughts as they came. I’m glad to have read it but it was a struggle to get through it at times.
Anything but typical - deeply affectionate, cross-centered, both intensely challenging to me in my personal growth and my approach to raising my children, and profoundly lovely in its portrayal of a life owned by the Great Lover.