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.

Back in 1958, my daughter Valerie, who was three years old at that time, and I were living

in a very strange place, we lived in a little clearing in the eastern jungle of Ecuador.

It's really the beginnings of the Amazon rainforest.

It had taken us three days by trail and canoe to get to that clearing, and we were given

on the first night that we arrived, everything that the people who lived in that clearing

who happened to be Indians had to offer.

They gave us wood for our fire, they built the fire, they gave us water, they gave us

fish, they gave us a house to live in.

They called it a house, it was six poles with a patched roof.

Nothing else, no furniture, no walls, no floors, but it was the same kind of house that they

lived in, and of course we accepted it gratefully.

I had a hammock which I strung up between two of the six poles, and they brought some bamboo

poles which they split very quickly with their machetes and spread them on the ground for

my daughter Valerie to sleep on, and we lived in that house with no walls for about a year.

You can imagine that for a person of a melancholic and very private temperament this was in itself

a trial because I like privacy, I even like solitude, I like to be able to go into a room

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