I thought perhaps it would be interesting to some of you to know that it was a few years after the death of the men that I was sitting one day in a little thatched roofed house with Gikita, the oldest man in the

Alka tribe who was then about 42 years old, and he was the one who had thrown the first spear.

And he told me on a tape recorder everything that had happened on that afternoon of January the 8th

1956 with very vivid descriptions on a moda words. He went into very vivid detail

as to exactly what happened that afternoon.

And then when he had finished his story,

he turned and looked at the picture of my husband Jim Elliott that was sitting on top of a stack of boxes that I used for a bookcase.

And he said, so that's your husband Jim, is it? And I said, yes. And he said, well, he's smiling at us, isn't he?

And I said, yes. He said, well, if we'd known him the way we know you he'd be sitting here smiling with with us today, but we didn't know we thought he was going to eat us

So that was the motivation not bloodthirst not hatred, but fear, simply fear.

And since then I can see how mysterious are God's ways, how... How mysterious

are God's ways, how inscrutable,

as that great hymn says,

God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea. Ever seen any

footsteps in the sea and rides upon the storm.

Another verse of that hymn says,

blind unbelief is sure to err and it his work in vain.

God is his own interpreter,

and he will make it plain.

It's one thing for us to look at all the results all over the world, the lives that have

been influenced and deeply changed by the testimony of those five men.

But to me that is not nearly an adequate answer,

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