When I first came to faith, Amy Carmichael's vision was something which often seemed to be quoted in mission sermons. I have not thought of it for years. However, just this week - in the pre-dawn of the driverless car, I have found another vision troubling me...
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There's a group of us standing on the brow of a hill. The sun is out and we are all in summer clothes as we enjoy it. It's a large group, and we are spread in a loose kind of a circle across the grass. Beside us, a road climbs up the hill, cresting it just next to our group. Over the other side it drops away sharply and I cannot see where it goes. I know, though, as you always do in a dream - that it is bad. There is a brooding darkness and a sickening unease down the other side of the hill. Cars are coming up the hill one after the other - quiet, steady ...and driverless. They drift past the group of us over the brow of the hill before disappearing forever the other side. At first I pay no attention as they are so quiet - and there is plenty going on in the group. I look now though - and shudder at what I see. All the passengers are banging, banging on the windows as they drift by - their mouths are round 'O's of horror. They want to stop, or get out, or something - but the cars drift on and on. I turn back to the group to tell them - but there is a commotion going on. It seems to be something about the game they are playing or the song they are singing or the joke they are sharing and I cannot make myself heard. As often in a dream - I shout for all I am worth but no sound comes out - like the people trapped behind the glass in the cars.__
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