Showing posts with label Death to self. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death to self. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Elisabeth Elliot Autographed my Heart



I want to write like Elisabeth Elliot. How did she write? She wrote deep. She wrote joy. She wrote pain. She wrote Christ.

I want to write so well and so true that my words impact lives for Christ. For Elisabeth Elliot's words brought me closer to my Savior. Isn't that every Christian author's goal? Or shouldn't it be?

I remember meeting her long before I had any thought that one day I would speak at conferences and autograph my own books She spoke truth with eloquence and intelligence and experience.  

When we met at her book table, I stared into the eyes of this dear one who had suffered loss and counted it all gain.

 She seemed  a bit annoyed when I asked her to sign her book to my mother, Mary. Now, as I better understand Elisabeth and the Jesus she daily died for, I  may understand why the autograph request did not bring her joy.


Elisabeth thought nothing of herself and everything of Christ. Could it be she was not pleased that I asked for her signature because the only imprint she wanted her audience to take away was what God wrote in their hearts.  Perhaps, in her mind, my asking for her autograph was a sign of failure because she had not achieved the goal:

Any who heard her voice or read her words would not want a part of her, but all of Christ!

Although our physical paths crossed only once, I've met her again and again in her writing and I've come to treasure her as one of my mentors of the faith. I love her because she helped me love and know God with all of my heart.

I saw the true, compassionate, loving Elisabeth Elliot in her book, Let Me Be A Woman, written to her daughter before she married.

 "You marry a sinner. Why would you do that? There is no one else to marry." ~ Elisabeth Elliot in Let Me Be A Woman. This quote was an inspiration for my book We All Married Idiots. For Elisabeth first planted this thought in my mind that every spouse is a sinner, so if you divorce and remarry, you replace one sinner for another. These words encouraged me many a day in my own marriage as the reality of sin is revealed day after day in our idiotic selves.

A Chance to Die — The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael is another book that Elisabeth autographed in my heart  and God used to change this self-seeking child to a self-sacrificing, God seeking servant Amy Carmichael's writings impacted Elisabeth Elliot as Elisabeth's writings impacted me.

Thank you Elisabeth for being my friend via the written word, and showing me the truth you wrote in A Chance to Die:

"I saw that the chance to die,
to be crucified with Christ, 
was not a morbid thing, 
but the very gateway to Life . . . ."

Interesting, in the Preface of A Chance to Die,  Elisabeth wrote the following in 1987:

"If we are unaware,
 perhaps we have not listened,
taken time to observe.
Have we been deafened by noise,
some of the worst of which passes for music?
Has our vision,
 spiritual as well as physical,
perhaps been impaired
by the glittering images of the ubiquitous screen?

In spite of much that militates against quietness
there are people who still read books.
They are the people who keep me going.
I write especially for those
 who bring to their reading 
a mind not hidebound
 by the sensibilities of our own time,
but prepared to contemplate
 the Eternally Relevant;
to seek in this book specifically the truth
and the hidden meaning of a single life."

Oh, that we would all write like my mentor and friend, Elisabeth Elliot. 

Splashes of serenity sprinkled all over with Jesus!

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Grandchildren Lessons


Dan and I adore and enjoy our eight grandchildren. They teach us much about Christ and living the Christian life.


Last week five-year-old Brenna and two-year-old Charlotte played in our backyard. Without warning, Charlotte stepped on a bees' nest setting off a flurry of bees stinging both of our sweet girls. As Dan ran to reach screaming Charlotte, he witnessed Brenna (ignoring her own bee stings) with her arms around Charlotte trying to protect and comfort while brushing bees from Charlotte's skin. Brenna never cried and never left Charlotte's side.

Jesus said we are to change and become like little children. 
How are we doing with that command?

 Our Christian homes and our Christian churches should be safe havens from the stings of the world. May we be like little Brenna who to me was a picture of Christ. She died to self and her own pain so she could soothe her sister. Jesus said "Let the little children come to me. Don't stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children."

I hope I never grow up!


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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Easter Just Boggles My Mind


LENT. Jesus gave His life for me. How could giving up desserts for Him compare? I know my weakness. I'd stuff my tummy full on Ash Wednesday and yearn for Easter Monday when I could do it all over again. Giving up something in hopes that it will please God or help me understand the sacrifice Jesus made for me didn't work at my house. Jesus wants all of me--not just my appetite.

PALM SUNDAY. Branches wave! People praise! Hosanna to the Highest! Where am I in that crowd? Oh, I'd be leading the pack, certainly I would. How I love my Jesus.

THE LAST SUPPER. Solemn. Precious last moments with Jesus. I'd be right there resting my head on Jesus' heart, taking in every last word from His lips. Surely, Lord, I would never leave you.

THE GARDEN. So weak. I'm sure I'd be the first to sleep, and to disappoint, and to let Jesus sweat and pray.

THE CRUCIFIXION. Absolutely, I would not have followed the crowd. I am not ashamed of the Gospel. I'd defend Him. Proclaim Him as my Savior and my God! I would not have yelled, "Crucify Him!" I'm sure, aren't I?

THE RESURRECTION. He's not dead? He's alive! I'm beginning to understand. My mind is a turmoil of emotions and love and commitment and THANKSGIVING to God for His great Salvation Plan.

THE APPEARANCE. Elaine, do you love Me? Elaine, do you truly love Me? Elaine, do you love me more than you love your husband, or your children, or your comforts, or your home, or your wealth, or your position, or your life?

I love You, Lord. I truly love You. Forgive me for all the times I say "I love You" with my lips and disprove it with my thoughts and actions.

I give my whole heart to You knowing that serenity comes from a life crucified with Christ.

Oh Blessed Resurrection Day!

Elaine