Deeply moved by Amy Carmichael's words this morning...
...The picture of the Refiner is straight from Eastern life. The Eastern goldsmith sits on the floor by his crucible. For me, at least, it is not hard to know why the heavenly Refiner has to sit so long. The heart knows its own dross.
"How do you know how long to sit and wait? How do you know when it is purified?" we asked our village blacksmith.
"When I can see my face in it," he replied.
Blessed be the love the never wearies, never gives up hope that, even in such poor metal, our Father may at last see the reflection of His face.
- Amy Carmichael, I Come Quietly to Meet You, ed. David Hazard (Minnesota: Bethany House, 2005) 31-32. See it.