"Sometimes as now, when we come to a new place, we dream a dream, dream that perhaps at last it may be possible to win souls peacefully. Perhaps these courteous, kindly people will welcome the message we bring them when they understand it better. Perhaps homes need not be broken up, perhaps whole families will believe, or individual members believing may still live in their own homes and witness there.
Perhaps--perhaps--!!
And snatches of verse float through our dream--
'Oh might some sweet song thy lips have taught us, some glad song, and sweet,
Guide amidst, and through the darkness, lost ones to thy feet.'
It sounds so beautiful, so easy, singing soulds to Jesus. And we dream our dream.
Till suddenly and with violence we are awakened. Someone--a mere girl, or a lad, or even a little child--has believed, has confessed, wants to be a Christian. And the whole caste is roused, and the whole countryside joins with the caste; and the people we almost thought loved us, hate us. And till we go to the next new place we never dream that dream again." Amy Carmichael.
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