There is nothing worth living for unless it is worth dying for.

My grandmother lived a life devoted to Jesus, and today her talks have been made available in their original form.

So you too can be built up through the insights and mysteries God revealed to her throughout her ministry.

Now without further ado, here is Elizabeth Elliot.

An Indian named Domingo, Wachcha, we always called him Wachcha. He was a Kichwa Indian.

He was doing some shalacking of the rather fancy house that Jim Elliott had built in the eastern

jungle of Ecuador one day.

Jim had died by this time and I was in the house, I think, teaching my literacy class of girls.

And I heard Domingos say,

a tte, yeah, which is about the most powerful expletive that a Kichwa can use and it means oh no.

So I went out to see what had happened. I thought maybe he'd fallen or dumped the can of

Shalak or something. And his two-year-old child had his arm in the can, in the can of

Shalak up to the shoulder almost and he was screaming his head off this little boy.

And so Domingo climbed down his letter and went over and tried to pull the little boys, pulled his hand out of the shellac.

But he was, the little boy was clutching a piece of manioc, which is the staple food of the jungle Indians and the father had a terrible time

trying to persuade the little boy to drop it. He didn't want to grab it himself because of course he didn't want to get full of

Shalak. But that little boy was determined to hang on to that piece of maniac. Of course what he couldn't

fathom was that his father wanted him to let go of that one so that he could give him another one, a clean one.

My talk this morning is on the gift of tenacity.

And I'm sure you know what the definition of tenacity is.

Adhesiveness, stick-tuitiveness, toughness.

A person who is tenacious is one who holds fast

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