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.

About thirty years ago, I was living in a very strange place among very strange people

to whom I was not just strange, but really a freak.

I was living in a small clearing in the eastern jungle of Ecuador, in a place called Tueno,

and I lived in a house with no walls and no floors and no furniture.

It was a mud floor, it was six poles with a that roof, and between two of the poles that

held the roof up, I strung my hammock, and underneath my hammock on a bamboo slab on

the mud floor was my daughter Valerie who slept on the slab while I slept in the hammock.

The people that I was living with were called Alkas, AUCA.

They were stone age people, totally naked.

Most of them had literally never seen a stranger, not just a white woman, but they had never

seen any color stranger, they had never seen any other Indians except themselves.

And so I was to them an unimaginably strange freak because I was for one thing a very strange

color, pitifully pale.

My hair, they said look like Palm Fiber, my eyes looked like a jaguars.

I was a head and shoulders taller than the tallest woman they had ever seen.

And everything that I did was weird.

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