Thursday, April 19, 2012

Jim Elliot, martyr to the Auca Indians

When I was doing my graduate study I got a hold of a copy of the book by Elisabeth Elliot who was Jim's wife and the name of the book was, In the Shadow of the Almighty.  He wrote the following while he was a college student.  He was heading for the Mission Field even then.

The night spread black and blossomed brilliantly with stars.  I walked out to the hill just now.  It is exalting, delicious to stand embraced by the shadows of a friendly tree with the wind tugging at you coat tails and the heavens hailing your heart, to gaze and glory and to give oneself again to God.  What more could a man ask?


Oh, the fullness, pleasure, sheer excitement of knowing God on earth.  I care not if I ever raise my voice again for Him, if only I may love Him, please Him.  May hap in mercy He shall give me a host of children that I may lead through the vast star fields, to explore His delicacies, whose  finger-ends set them to burning.  But if not, if only I may see Him, touch His garments, and smile into my Lover's eyes--ah then, not stars, nor children shall matter-- only Himself.

Jim Elliot, Martyr to the Auca Indians