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.

Hi in the mountains of North Wales.

In a place called Yanna Moudwey lives a shepherd named John Jones with his wife Marie and

his black and white dog Mac.

I stood one misty summer morning in the window of their farmhouse watching John on horseback

hurting the sheep with Mac.

A few cows were quietly chewing their cudd in a nearby corner while perhaps a hundred sheep

moved across the Dewey Meadow toward the pen where they were to be dipped.

Mac, a champion Scottish collie, was in his glory.

He came of a long line of working dogs and he had sheep in his blood.

This was what he was made for.

This is what he had been trained to do, and it was a marvelous thing to see him circling

to the right, circling to the left, barking, crouching, racing along, herding a stray

sheep here, nipping at a stubborn one there.

His eyes always glued to the sheep.

His ears, listening for the tiny metal whistle from his master, which I couldn't hear.

Marie took me to the pens to watch what John had to do there.

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