Refine

Amy Carmichael took a group of children to a traditional gold-smith in India. In the middle of a charcoal fire was a curved roof tile. On the tile was a mixture of salt, tamarind fruit, and brick dust. Embedded in this mixture was gold. As the fire devoured the mixture, the gold became purer. The goldsmith took the gold out with tongs and, if it was not pure enough, he replaced it in the fire with a new mixture. But each time the gold was replaced, the heat was increased. The group asked, "How do you know when the gold is purified?" He replied, "When I can see my face in it."

—Amy Carmichael, Learning of God

When God looks at me, I wish he could see a better reflection of his face in mine.