Through Gates of Splendor

My going to Ecuador is God's counsel, as is my leaving Betty, and my refusal to be counseled by all who insist I should stay and stir up the believers in the U.S. And how do I know it is His counsel? 'Yea, my heart instructeth me in the night seasons.' Oh, how good! For I have known my heart is speaking to me for God!... No visions, to voices, but the counsel of a heart which desires God.

Jim Elliot (p. 2)

Today I read the story of the Cross in John 19 for the first time in the original...the simplicity and pathos made me almost weep; something which has never occurred in my English reading. Surely it is a wonderful story of love.

Jim Elliot (p. 5)

He makes His ministers a flame of fire. Am I ignitable? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of 'other things.' Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I maybe a flame. But flame is transient, often short-lived. Canst thou bear this, my soul- short life? In me there dwells the Spirit of the Great Short-Lived, whose zeal for God's house consumed Him. 'Make me Thy Fuel, Flame of God.'

Jim Elliot (p. 6)

I dare not stay home while Quichuas perish.

What if the well-filled church in the homeland needs stirring?

They have the Scriptures Moses, and the prophets, and a whole lot more.

Their condemnation is written on their bank books and in the dust on their Bible covers.

Jim Elliot (p. 8)

Wherever you are, be ALL THERE.

Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.

Jim Elliot (p.8)