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 Elliott.

Years ago I was living in a very out of the way place in the eastern jungle of Ecuador.

In a small clearing, probably a little smaller than this room, a clearing in which there

were about six houses.

My house was one of them.

They were all alike, none of them had any walls or any floors or any furniture.

I lived in a house exactly like the Indians, thatched roof, six poles with a thatched roof

on top, and strung between two of the poles was my hammock in which I slept and in which

I sat during the day.

And underneath my hammock was a split bamboo, quote, bed, unquote, just a slab of split

bamboo on the ground on which my daughter slept.

She was three years old beside her bed and almost under my hammock was a fire which we kept

going 24 hours a day.

And when I would wake early in the morning, and I mean early, because it was the custom

of the people in this clearing to start their day somewhere between two and three o'clock

in the morning.

Now that makes very good sense, you know, if you go to bed at a sensible hour, which these

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