A Chance to Die by Elisabeth Elliot (best book recommendations .TXT) 📕

we waste moments.” As she told the story, down came the hair and, with a quick twist of the skinny old hand, up it went again. “And frequently,” said Blessing, “yes, frequently you said to me, ‘Art thou an elephant to walk so very slowly?’ ”

Working with the Band and learning from them were five convert girls: Jewel of Victory, twenty, who had come in 1898, the first from a high caste, brave and steadfast; Jewel of Life, nineteen, who came a year later; Arulai (Star), fourteen, a girl of intense nature—“She has been won for some purpose, yet to appear”; Liberty, sixteen, fat, slow, with not enough energy to get into mischief, but she had borne great things for Christ, been beaten, had her arm torn with nails; and Jewel, who had held on to faith through thick and thin.

By June of 1901, only three months after Preena’s arrival, Amy had become Amma (from Tamil ammal, “mother”) to four more little children. They were not temple children, but for one reason or another needed care and were received for Christ’s sake. The convert girls helped to look after these, who were nicknamed the Imp, Pickles, Brownie, and Tangles. (Poor little Pickles in a short time turned out to be “a fraud,” though we are not given a hint as to why, and was sent home.)

“Children tie the mother’s feet.” It took rather a long time for the truth of this Tamil proverb to dawn on Amy. Driving herself as she had always done to buy up every opportunity for evangelism, she was now sleuthing for temple children as they journeyed and camped, and trying to be a part-time mother to the Band, the convert girls, and the babies. It was not a very satisfactory arrangement, but missionary life is full of unsatisfactory arrangements and Amy could not bring herself to believe that she should give up the work of evangelizing. Who would do it?

God has many ways of gaining His servants’ attention. In July Arulai became desperately ill with typhoid. This girl, “won for a purpose, yet to appear,” seemed to be dying. All journeyings came to a halt while Amy and her helpers, for three anxious and gruelling months, gave themselves to nursing. Arulai recovered, but the truth had not yet been borne in upon Amy that mothering is a fulltime job and her family needed a home. She was a missionary. Mothering was not what she had had in mind when she answered God’s call. And as for a home—had she not renounced all such earthly comforts? She had given up all thought, probably in the cave at Arima, Japan, of having a husband or a home. She wrote:

If Thy dear home be fuller, Lord,

For that a little emptier

My house on earth, what rich reward

That guerdon were.

The willingness to sacrifice that springs from a loving heart rather than the desire for spiritual distinction is surely acceptable to God. But, as in the case of Abraham’s offering of his son Isaac, the sacrifice itself is not always finally required. What is required is obedience.

The Heavenly Father knew what the family needed and had been arranging an answer when the question of a home had not even been asked. “Before they call I will answer, and while they are yet speaking I will hear.”2

The combination of events which had brought Preena and Amy together showed the “mysterious ways” of God’s moving. Another event, no less remarkable for its mystery since it was in itself an evil, played its part in the group’s settling down. At about the same time that Preena escaped, a man in Australia was murdered. A missionary named Storrs who was to teach a class of divinity students in Dohnavur “happened” to be in Australia just then, visited the murderer who had been sentenced to death, and led him to Christ.

It is not clear from Amy’s account exactly what happened to Mr. Storrs next. He was “overstrained by this” (presumably by the man’s having been hanged) and “lost his power to sleep.” He could not return to India. Someone else would have to teach the divinity students. By the end of the year it was clear that there was only one possibility: Thomas Walker. Walker must go where the students were: to Dohnavur. The “Family,” of course, must go with him.

So it was that they moved from the eastern side of the district to the western, “intending to move on when the cloud was taken up, according to the word in Numbers 9, ‘or whether it were two days, or a month, or a year, that the cloud tarried upon the tabernacle, remaining thereon, the children of Israel abode in their tents, and journeyed not; but when it was taken up, they journeyed.’ ”

Dohnavur, seen at first only as a center for evangelistic work (there were fifty or sixty villages within a radius of five or six miles), became home for the Family and, though she did not know it yet, Amy was rooted for life. From Ireland to England she had followed the Shepherd, then to Japan to China to Ceylon to England to India—Bangalore, Palamcottah, Pannaivilai, and at last Dohnavur.

The dilapidated mission bungalow had a leaky roof, a mud floor, and one small window. But “soon we found what a perfect place our Father had chosen for us, for at last children were saved, and moving about with them would have been impossible. If we had searched all over Tirunelveli we could not have found a place that would have been so safe and could be made so beautiful too.”

Amy could not yet see that she must give herself entirely to the children, and in January of 1902 off she went again, this time for a six-weeks’ mission with the Walkers in Travancore, leaving Ponnammal in Dohnavur to cope with the Band, the converts, and the “Lotus Buds,” as they called the little children. As many as twenty thousand came to the Travancore meetings.