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. I sat one day in 1960 in a hammock in a thatched roofed house in the eastern jungle of Ecuador.

On the floor in the same house sat an Aukkah Indian by the name of Gikita.

He was holding the microphone of a little tape recorder, a very primitive recorder in those days,

and he was telling me in detail what had happened that afternoon in January of 1956

when he and four other Alka men had speared five American missionaries to death.

His talk sounded a little bit like this.

He didn't come ringing.

Ringing.

Rangi.

I didn't get my money.

Nangi I didn't. I'm not going to get my money not he don't get any

new

what I can come me

a women come

or am I'm gonna

and come up

uh... I'm not only going to be on it. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, that's not going to be.

What, that's not going to want to get,

what I'm going to,

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