‘I can’t see! It’s dark everywhere. What place is this? Where am I?’ Jeya was only four years old and was terrified as she tried to peer about the dark and gloomy temple. Between the pillars was a huge stone body. She shivered when she saw its face. This, she knew, was Kali, the goddess of death and destruction. Why was Jeya there? Who would leave a little girl in the dark like that? Certainly not the God of love – he sent a woman to rescue these children from destruction – Amy Carmichael. And she had been a little girl herself once a little girl with long dark hair, and deep brown eyes. Once she had even begged God to make them blue – but he hadn’t. And as Amy leaned over to pick little Jeya up and rescue her from a life of temple-slavery – she was very glad that God hadn’t listened to her prayers. Blue eyes were not the eyes of India – but Amy’s brown eyes were.
