"Love means self-giving. Self-giving means sacrifice," Elisabeth Elliot observes in this award-winning classic that still speaks as powerfully and freshly to us today as it did when it was first published. In fact, in our age of self-focus, we may need the message that Elliot spoke, wrote, and lived more than ever.
Through a series of engaging essays on such diverse topics as personality, prayer, femininity, forgiveness, motherhood, animals, frustration, and the light conquering the darkness, Elliot shows us what it means to live a life fully given to Christ. Depicting everyday encounters and events, these essays help us see meaning in both the mundane and the miraculous. From a hospital in Georgia to a mission station in the Andes, from a seminary in Massachusetts to a secluded house in Jamaica, you'll discover the power of simple faith in the stuff of everyday living.
This timeless spiritual perspective on the value of being a woman, wife, mother, and follower of Jesus from a beloved author is perfect for devotional reading or any time you need a reminder that God is good, you are redeemed, and the trials you face will be worth it in the end.
From the Author's Web Site: My parents were missionaries in Belgium where I was born. When I was a few months old, we came to the U.S. and lived in Germantown, not far from Philadelphia, where my father became an editor of the Sunday School Times. Some of my contemporaries may remember the publication which was used by hundreds of churches for their weekly unified Sunday School teaching materials.
Our family continued to live in Philadelphia and then in New Jersey until I left home to attend Wheaton College. By that time, the family had increased to four brothers and one sister. My studies in classical Greek would one day enable me to work in the area of unwritten languages to develop a form of writing.
A year after I went to Ecuador, Jim Elliot, whom I had met at Wheaton, also entered tribal areas with the Quichua Indians. In nineteen fifty three we were married in the city of Quito and continued our work together. Jim had always hoped to have the opportunity to enter the territory of an unreached tribe. The Aucas were in that category -- a fierce group whom no one had succeeded in meeting without being killed. After the discovery of their whereabouts, Jim and four other missionaries entered Auca territory. After a friendly contact with three of the tribe, they were speared to death.
Our daughter Valerie was 10 months old when Jim was killed. I continued working with the Quichua Indians when, through a remarkable providence, I met two Auca women who lived with me for one year. They were the key to my going in to live with the tribe that had killed the five missionaries. I remained there for two years.
After having worked for two years with the Aucas, I returned to the Quichua work and remained there until 1963 when Valerie and I returned to the U.S.
Since then, my life has been one of writing and speaking. It also included, in 1969, a marriage to Addison Leitch, professor of theology at Gordon Conwell Seminary in Massachusetts. He died in 1973. After his death I had two lodgers in my home. One of them married my daughter, the other one, Lars Gren, married me. Since then we have worked together.