Being smashed by Amy Carmichael #301.

You who can resist the half-articulate pleading of many and many a heart today, can you resist this? From millions of voiceless souls, it is rising now- does it not touch you at all? The missionary magazines try to echo the silent sob. You read them? Yes; and you skim for good stories, nice pictures, bits of excitement- the more the better. Then they drop into the wastepaper basket, or swell some dusty pile in the corner. For perhaps "there isn't much in them." Very likely not; "there isn't much" in the silence any more than in darkness, at least not very much reducible to print; but to God there is something in it for all that. Oh! you-you, I mean, who are weary of hearing the reiteration of the great unrepealed commission, you who think you care, but who certainly don't, past costing point, is there nothing will touch you?

And another thing, if this woman described herself as "weak and good-for-nothing" on the mission field, Lord help me.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Is that even how you spell curiouser? Is that even a word? Anyway.

People are so curious. Almost to the point of nosey. I notice it mostly on trains. Once there was a commotion in the carriage part that you first step in to and the woman next to me (we were sitting on the top level) practically jumped up and over her to seat to see what was going on. Or today, apparently someone had fallen over while trying to get on to the train. People crowded around and craned their necks for the smallest glimpse. So very, very curious. I wonder why they are so curious about stupid, little things and yet can't be stuffed to figure out why the heck they are on this planet. Does nobody stop to think over the completely hopeless position they are in without God? Hurtling towards certain death, it may come at any moment and they walk on without a second thought as to why they were born into this world or why it keeps turning or why it started to turn in the first place. Apparently this predicament is nowhere near as interesting as an iPhone etc.

I want this on a t-shirt.

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator.

Sorry that I'm not endeavouring to share something more profound.