I was named after Nate Saint, so it was important for me to read this book.
Lawrence Bradford Saint was widely known for his stained-glass windows. He had so much skill that he was chosen to make windows for the Washington National Cathedral. While he was was working on the scene where Jesus fed the 5000, his young son Nathan sat and posed for him. No one at the time knew that this little boy would grow up to become even more famous than his father.
The Saint children were raised under a relatively strict regimen when it came to Christianity, although they had plenty of freedom in other areas. Sundays were just for church and family. But when it came to play, it was perfectly acceptable for them to walk on the roof, sleep in the woods, or tinker with machinery. Nate was always building toys and was especially interested in flying after his older brother took him in a plane and let him hold the controls. When he was old enough, he worked around airports and got as much flying experience as he could. His plan was to enlist in the army and eventually become a commercial pilot. WWII seemed to provide a good reason to fight. (This stands in stark contrast to the views of Jim Elliot, his future companion, who was against fighting in the war).
He believed that it was God's will that he learn to fly. It didn't take long for him to get plenty of hours in the air, but a medical condition from his past kept showing up on his record- osteomyelitis. Since this condition could come back any time, the army limited his capabilities. After receiving an award for marksmanship, he was sent to Sioux City, Iowa, and it was there that his dream was shattered- the osteomyelitis came back. Unable to fly in the military or fight, he was sent to Ft. Wayne and trained to be an engine mechanic. He was promoted to the rank of sergeant, and then sent to Detroit to study Ford's engine plant. While he was in Detroit, he attended Zoller Tabernacle. During a New Years Eve service at the Tabernacle, he realized God wanted him to use his flying ability and his ability to fix engines on the mission field. He gradually encountered Christian Airmen's Missionary Fellowship (the precursor to Missionary Aviation Fellowship).
While visiting friends in California, he met a girl named Marj, who felt a similar calling on her life. Yet it was not until after dating someone else that Nate realized they were a good match. While he had plenty of flying and mechanical experience, he still needed experience doing these things in a more primitive environment. Wycliff Bible Translators had recently begun air operations in Mexico and needed someone who could both fly and fix planes. A missions organization called CAMF sent Nate to fix a wrecked plane in southern Mexico. Despite not knowing any Spanish, he was forced to learn the language the hard way, while also learning to use whatever limited equipment was available in an environment where there was little communication and scant technological advancement.
After this assignment he enrolled in Wheaton College in Illinois for what would turn out to be only a year. News came of two major crashes by missionary pilots in Mexico- one of them involved Cameron Townsend and his wife. This highlighted the need not only for missionaries to have flying and mechanical experience, but also an understanding of safety. The more he heard about airplane accidents in the news, the more obsessed with safety he became. Some suggested that anyone who trusted in God didn't need to care about safety. But he concluded that safety was an issue that affected not just missionaries, but those who weren't Christians at all. His innovations helped to improve the quality of future missionary endeavors.
He was engaged a girl named Alice, until one day he received a letter in the mail that effectively ended their relationship. It was then that he became interested in Marj again. When they both realized that they had the same calling, they started dating and got engaged. Two missions opportunities opened: one in New Guinea and one in Ecuador. While he was deciding between the two, problems arose with the Dutch government in New Guinea, and he and Marj decided to take the post in Ecuador. Their decision came at a time when oil prospectors and the Ecuadorian government were clashing with the nation's indigenous population. One tribe, the Waodani, were so violent that most people wanted them done away with.
Anyone who has read "Through Gates of Splendor" knows what happened next. Nate Saint went to Ecuador and joined up with Jim Elliot, Roger Youderain, Pete Fleming, and Ed McCully. These missionaries would lose their lives while sharing the gospel with this violent tribe that few people loved or cared about. Instead of becoming bitter and getting revenge, their families went back and led many of the Waodani to Christ. Their story made headlines in the mainstream news outlets for years to come, and they were given multiple opportunities to share their testimonies.
We live in a time when Christian missions is unfairly equated with colonialism and cultural destruction by many. Yet we need to remember that popular opinion does not take precedence over the Great Commission. While Nate Saint chose the opportunity in Ecuador over the one in New Guinea, another missionary named Don Richardson went to New Guinea about 10 years after the 5 missionaries were martyred in Ecuador. He made the following observation:
"Those who advocate that the world's remaining tribal groups should be left to themselves do not realize how naive their notion is.... It is a foregone conclusion that even if missionaries do not go in to give, lumberman, crocodile hunters, prospectors, or farmers will still go in to take. The issue is not then, should anyone go in, because obviously someone will. The issue is rather, will the most sympathetic person go there first?"
The Waodani in Ecuador had already been discovered by the government and the oil prospectors. They were already in danger before the missionaries ever got there. If it had not been for those missionaries, the Waodani as a people may have been annihilated by the local government. Thankfully, this Indian tribe heard the good news that the Creator of the universe cared about them. It is the job of the Church to take the message of Jesus to every tribe, tongue, and nation.