2 of Heidi and Gilbert Krahn's children

I met this sweet family in March of this year... Gibson and Elli are two of the 3.  The 3rd  (Eden) was sleeping when this pic was taken.  Please pray for Gibson as he has an undiagnosed disorder which has kept him from muscular and speech development. They are a committed Christian family and I loved meeting them!

Sad, sweet, stinking selves!

Who are we anyway?! Here's an excerpt from a letter of my mom's to my dad, as they discuss in a letter how wherever they are they will have the same sins to deal with, and on the mission field it's not going to get any easier, though they long to be there. But on the other hand, it is the same Presence and Power that accompanies and indwells us, the same necessity for drawing from the Source.

  "And, as old Pike used to say, “You’re STUCK with yourself.” It is the same “sad, sweet, stinking selves” that we shall have to deal with, and the more trying the circumstances, the sweet, the more stinking that self! MacDonald says, “All that is not God is death.” So, for us it must be God—first, last, always."

Saints and sin

Here is an excerpt from my Dad's journal, which I hope you all know is still available - The Journals of Jim Elliot. It's deep because there's a lot of commentary on his own Bible reading, and covers from 1948-1955, before the month that he was killed. Those of you who are real readers of books would enjoy it and be inspired by his sincere desire to glorify Christ. "Only by looking upon sin exactly as God looks upon it, can saints glory in the devastation of the wicked. Our attitude toward sin is an indication of the degree to which we have allowed the “mind of Christ” to possess us. O Lord Jesus, my Lord and Master—I do long that Thou shalt be all in all to me. I thank Thee that I have the mind of Christ, since I am “in Christ” and He in me. So let me dwell upon this truth, accepting it moment by moment from Thee, that Christ may be magnified in me." I pray also that I would have the mind of Christ, that I would look upon all events and circumstances as allowed and directed by His hand, so that I can continually give thanks and be completely and perfectly satisfied with Him alone!

Wow, it's been over a year since I last posted in this blog!  I'm sorry to those who had hoped I might post more...but maybe in this next year, I'll have more to offer.  I've been reading the letters of my parents to each other from 1948-1953, and there are so many gems of truth throughout that I have been grateful for the idea which came to me about 4 years ago, to put them into a book. I have also been reading all their journals (of course, my father's is published- The Journals of Jim Elliot.) My mother's have not been published, so it is a special privilege to be able to soak in what she wrote privately, and as I add them to the book, I hope that her words, as well as my father's in his letters, will be a catalyst to many, to live for Him alone.

Here's an example of her writing to him in the spring of 1951, when he was working with Ed McCully in Chester, Illinois.  They were reaching out to the down and outers, teens, and had attempted a once a week radio ministry, where one of them preached, and Ed played his trumpet before and after the preaching. They also had to work to pay for food, a $40 a month apt (!) and a car. They wanted to "see souls saved" but felt pretty discouraged, since there was very little response.
First is his letter to her about their discouragement, and then is her answer.

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Box 242, Chester, IL

"Many thanks for writing Mom.  She noted her appreciation of your letter in my last from 7272, [Elliot home in Portland, Oregon] and I am confident that she was sincere.  Her attitude toward you has been decidedly better since I have been away from home—I cannot tell why.

Things are not any easier here.  Discouragement has hemmed us sharply this past week, for, although we have known no lack in the outward things, there has been a strong sense of not having possessed boldly as we should have.  Ed grows depressed more easily than I, and the scarcity of blessing hereabouts has not been easy to take.  He said yesterday, “Brother, everything I do here is putting out the fleece; if souls aren’t saved and this isn’t my calling, I see no point in putting my life into it.”  I couldn’t find words somehow and there was a long silence after.

The radio work, a joy in itself, has yielded only one card of encouragement, and that from believers.  We have asked, and are asking for a witness that will divide the whole city on the TRUE ISSUE.  But as yet there is no sign. 

The Thursday night Bible study goes on fairly well over in Sparta—20 miles distant.  All I know is that God sent us to Chester—to that I am resigned...or is that the right word?  I wrote to Billy about the situation and he responded with this a week ago which I thought was of help:

Again we circled ‘round in search of door;

A jeering voice said, “Fools! You’ve come for naught.”

In vain we knocked, and pled, and searched the more

And leaned upon our only cheering thought:

In honesty of heart we moved where Spirit Taught.

So, weary now, we rested; stillness rose

And led us to acknowledge: He is God

Who is our banner; opens, none may close!

Ascended swift our spirits ‘bove the sod:

These walls, this Jericho will fall beneath His rod!

So it must be.  Integrity, simplicity have been our guides under God and are now our defense before Him. This Jericho must fall or I shall be unable to go on in the path of faith. Pray for us, as Jesus for Peter, that our faith fail not. 

Today we got access to a store front in the slums down along the riverfront.  We hope to use it for children’s meetings but it must have some work done on it first.  It has fallen into a terrible state, and will probably take time to recondition.  There are many of the little “raggedies” about who will be our first fruits in Chester, we trust.

Thus far I have had no word from the Selective Service outfit.  So far as I know, nothing has been stated as to the status of boys with 4E classifications.  Waiting is living these days.

There is a certain despairful loneliness snooping about these days and I can almost hear the streets and building bristling with the note that haunted David—“Where is thy God?”  I don’t mean to sound dismal, but there is a certain bleakness about a place like this where no liberating truth is being sounded out.   The “synagogues” are full, but still hollow with unreality.  Oh, Bett, if earth in its brighter shades be so drear, what must its denser ones be?  Thank God for that sense of “looking for a city which has foundations”, which prevails when one sees the basis of these. The business world is a crude one, almost animal in certain aspects, and powerfully affecting to a newcomer—as I regard myself.  The very principle of making money by selling things at a profit is distasteful at times, yet it seems to be my job for now.

I made a couple of big sales on Wednesday amounting to nearly $700 turnover of funds.  Exhilarating but emptying.  Ed’s folks were here that day on their way home from a few days in “Floriday”.   There were an encouragement.  Almost anybody from outside would be now.

We went visiting in the slums last Monday night. Not easy, but comforting to be among those blessed poor…with Jesus in a sense we are not when among the self-sufficient.  We must go again soon…it makes one scornful of vanity and not much I love with life…especially this life of banks and bills and rates and percentages. I think Service somewhere sings a derogatory dirge called the song of Fire-percent.  I never caught the meaning of it until now.

With all this sound of shadow the word came to minister this morning.  Check the Rensed marginal renderings of Isaiah 42:1-4.  Quoted concerning Christ in the gospels the passage speaks beautifully of Him in His seething, contrasting Him as servant with Jacob (41:8) the fearful and Cyrus the frightful (44:27, 45:1).  “He shall not strive nor cry…a bruised reed will he not break, and a dimly burning wick will He not quench…He will not fail (burn dimly, same word as above) nor be discouraged”  (be bruised).  Not despairful or failing Himself, still He does not crush those who are such.  This is the grace of the Flesh-God, the one with eyes who sees and, hearing ears, hears, and possessing heart, feels.  Not like any God conceived is the Man-God.  It is here that the Moslems miss Him.  Their creed, “There is no god but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet,” fails in its first postulate, for Allah is not the breasted God (El Shaddai) of Israel.  He is one, but coldly, austerely so.  Our God is one but vibrantly,  lovingly, warmly  so!  Praise be to that name Jesus!"

3/15/51 [My mother was in Moorestown, NJ at this time]                            

"It was not hard to detect the discouragement in your last letter—it seemed to drag each word back.  In a letter from your mother she says she sensed the same in your letters home.  Jim, dear brother, it is just here that the nature of your consecration—which is the same as saying the nature of your love to God—is test.  The decisions which are made in “green pastures” are tested (a good word, isn’t it? Think of the test tubes in a lab, etc.) in the “valley of the shadow” – for it is here that He is most vitally with us, if I may use the expression, although He is forever equally “with us,” since He tabernacles within us!  You say “This Jericho must fall or I shall be unable to go on in the path of faith.”  Surely you were not really thinking when you made that statement.  The very principle of faith precludes any and all necessity of dependency upon anything but God Himself.  When He has left us, in actuality, then, and only then, may we be unable to believe.  Ah—He will never leave us or forsake us!  (And remember the 5 negatives of Heb. 13:5) Do you love God for Himself alone?  Or do you love Him for His gifts, His conscious presence, His love to you, His evident blessing upon what you do, etc.?  Jim, I truly believe there comes a time in the progress of the soul who truly desires to be conformable to Christ’s image, when God strips him not only of earthly props in the form of friends, possessions, talents, or whatever he may have outside of God—but also a time when the all-wise, all-loving Father strips that soul of even His own conscious and evident blessings and gifts (these may include an infinite variety of forms—joy, a sense of His nearness, conscious grace in prayer, fruits which may be seen or definitely enumerated, experience, etc. etc.).  This process, however devastating it may seem, must be recognized as another further providence.  Another gracious answer to our supreme cry of faith – “Thy will be done.”  Oh, far, very far above us are His purposes.  Far beyond our expectations are the methods used by the Master-Potter in molding His vessels after the fashion of His Son.  When He declares His ability to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think this includes the accomplishment of His sanctifying word in the soul.  When we ask in the most entire honesty of our hearts to be made like Christ, we ask usually with certain more or less vague ideas as to just what that means.  Christ takes us at our word, and indeed, why shouldn’t He, for it is He who inspired that very prayer in our hearts!   --and does exceeding abundantly above all that we asked or thought?  And He purposes holiness—nothing less—in His child.  So He sets about to produce just that in us, by His own methods.  No truth stands out more clearly and forcibly to me just now than the fact that the whole work of sanctification in the believer is accomplished exactly as was the whole work of salvation—namely, the simple principle of FAITH.  It is the duty of the Christians to receive.  He receives the initial step of salvation, which of course includes the Scriptural truth of immediate sanctification, but he also receives just as truly thereafter each new step in his progress of conformity to Christ.  It is wonderful to know that it is not only required that we love God with a pure heart, but is also possible.  The soul who loves God only for Himself, apart from His gifts, knows indescribable peace.

I find that I have written one paragraph of three pages!  I feel that I could write a book, just about now.  Forgive me.  How I wish I could talk to you.  The Lord has been so merciful, in leading me, in teaching me to trust in a way I never dreamed possible.  I want you to trust Him wholly, Jim, for the accomplishment of His will in you there in Chester He will be glorified—only believe.  And I am trusting Him for you and Ed.  Perhaps He does not purpose that you should ever see “results” (oh earthy word!  Not in Scripture!)  --in order that you may the more clearly see Him, who is “before all things.” So long as the object of your faith does not fail, your faith need not fail.  If that object however, is the visible gifts of God, it may fail.  If the object is God Himself, it will never fail!

I thank God for your friendship, and I praise Him over and over for the way in which He has directed our paths and our relationship.  I can’t get over how wise and loving and merciful and Father-like He has been!" 

Live Life to the Hilt

poems sent to me since my mother went to Heaven

"I lay my burdens down and slept

   A peaceful, restful sleep,

I woke with Jesus - face to face

   No more to part or weep.

His smile relieved the strain of toil,

   His had wiped all my tears,

Here in His presence pain with grief

   An sorrow disappears.

Along the pat - my hand in His - 

   I learned to trust His way,

For 'in acceptance lieth peace'

   And faith drives fear away.

Oh, what delight- for I am loved

(Here doubt brings no alarms) - 

  And underneath me still I find

     The everlasting arms."

(In grateful memory of Elisabeth Elliot Gren---Christina Joy Hommes)

"The Lord is still my Shepherd,

   My Rock and Hiding Place,

Though He should take a sunbeam 

   To show me further grace.

   In pastures by the water,

In death's dark valley low,

He holds me to His bosom

   As on to heav'n we go.

With rod and staff He guides me,

  He prunes each fruitful tree;

  'Fear not for I am with You'

   He gently comforts me.

I know He's always with me

 Where're the pathway lie,

 In love He spreads a table

   For me beyond the sky.

With Him I'll dwell forever,

 He'll dry each falling tear,

His smile will heal each sorrow

  When His kind voice I hear."

Thank you Christina, for writing these in honor and memory of my mother.  She loved poetry too!  I'm so grateful for her teaching me an appreciation for it in poems, and hymns.

   

    

Relevant Docs "Legacy"

Live Life to the Hilt

Description of my mother's books

This below was written by a dear friend who wants to help me promote my mother's books. I have met many who love them, but never one who is so passionate about trying to get others to read and learn from them! To those who are unfamiliar with the story and with what each book is about, she writes these descriptions--- Thank you Luanne Miller!!

Take note of those who live according to the pattern we gave you. Phil 3:17 

The death of the Jim Elliot and 4 other missionaries was reported around the world.  The day-in-and-day-out faithfulness of 5 young widows surrounded by toddlers went largely unnoticed.  And yet their story was God’s mysterious way of providing a platform from which Elisabeth Elliot was able to speak and write from experience about suffering and loss, discipleship and the Cross.

Steady obedience, unseen struggle, hidden offerings, a quality of faith---we rightly admire their obscure (at the time) faithfulness and extraordinary commitment to Christ and His Kingdom.  And yet neither of them would want “their story” to be the focus. They were wholeheartedly devoted to Another and they exemplify what it means to be a disciple of Jesus Christ.

                                                                                                                                                                                 

The lives of Jim and Elisabeth Elliot are both and inspiration and a challenge. These books are easy to read...hard to live, impossible!  What is described is supernatural living, the Abundant Life that Jesus promised to those who deny themselves, take up their cross and follow Him.

The following books, written by Elisabeth Elliot are available at the DISCOUNTED price of only $13 each (this cost includes shipping). 
  
Through Gates of Splendor DVD $10 each  (some nudity: may not be appropriate for small children)

TO ORDER THESE BOOKS CONTACT: shepelliot@gmail.com

BIOGRAPHICAL

SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY chronicles Jim Elliot’s journey from childhood to college days to the mission field of Ecuador where he eventually gave his life at age 28. Full of journal excerpts, personal letters, and insight into his all-consuming passion for Christ.

THROUGH GATES OF SPLENDOR is the story of the 5 young missionaries who were killed by the Aucas in 1956. Starting with their calling and arrival in Ecuador, as well as the widows' total reliance on their relationship with Jesus Christ after the men were killed. 

SHAPING OF A CHRISTIAN FAMILY recounts cherished memories and valuable insights Elisabeth gathered from her parents, grandparents, and siblings, extolling the importance of obedience, prayer, and forgiveness, among other lessons she learned.  

A CHANCE TO DIE:  The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael, a missionary whose life and writings significantly influenced Elisabeth.

THESE STRANGE ASHES:  Is God still in charge?  With fascinating detail, she reflects upon the "strange ashes" that can result when an act of obedience is passed through the fires of God's perfect--yet mysterious--will. 

MASCULINITY AND FEMININITY

PASSION AND PURITY: Learning to bring your love life under Christ’s control.  Candidly sharing her love story with Jim Elliot, an honest telling of the sacrifices of two young people whose commitment to Christ took priority over their love for each other. 

QUEST FOR LOVE dusts off "antiquated" concepts such as commitment, integrity, honor, and servanthood and shows how they still apply today.  Intertwined are hopeful true stories of how men and women discovered love through God's direction. .

MARK OF A MAN   With Christ as the example of the ultimate man, this classic take on understanding a man's role in life and relationships, romantic or otherwise, helps men define their own masculinity in a positive way. 

LET ME BE A WOMAN   In the seventies, when everyone else was talking about feminism, working from Scripture Elisabeth Elliot was talking about femininity, what it means to be a Christian woman, whether single, married, or widowed.

CHRISTIAN LIVING  and  DEVOTIONAL

DISCIPLINE THE GLAD SURRENDER   In our age of instant gratification and if-it-feels-good-do-it attitudes, a disciplined life doesn't happen spontaneously.  Discipline is the believer’s answer to God’s call, placing of oneself gladly, fully, and forever at His disposal.

GOD’S GUIDANCE:  A Slow and Certain Light (with study guide) will not show you how to find God's will in six easy steps. Instead, this practical book will fortify your faith when coming to God for the answers to life.  

A LAMP UNTO MY FEET:  The Bible's Light For Your Daily Walk   A simple little book based on Elisabeth’s own personal devotions with six months of daily reflections.  Each selection inspires a hunger for God’s provision in your life, yielding a desire for His Word.

KEEP A QUIET HEART is a unique collection of some of Elisabeth's best work from her newsletter. More than 100 short passages offer a bit of relief from everyday life as they point the reader toward the everlasting love and peace of God.

SECURE IN THE EVERLASTING ARMS: Listening to God with Love, Trust and Obedience  Life offers us a series of trials and hardships. Through the proper training and equipment, and with God at our side we can weather all of life's storms with faith and soul intact.

BE STILL MY SOUL   We have a way of making Christian concepts complicated, and Elisabeth has a way of untying the knots with grace. This is a beautiful and inspiring, “soul-stilling” collection of insightful reflections on living the Christian life.

ON ASKING GOD WHY:  And Other Reflections on Trusting God in a Twisted World   Honest insights into many of today's most prevalent heartaches. God invites his children to lay our questions before him because in him we will find every answer we need.

A PATH THROUGH SUFFERING   Avoiding pat answers and quick fixes, yet not hesitating to ask hard questions.   Boldly exploring the nature of God whose sovereign care for us is so intimate and perfect that He confounds our finite understanding. 

THE PATH OF LONELINESS   Loneliness comes to us all.  These tender reflections on God's love for us and his plans to bless us help us find hope, showing us how to make peace with loneliness, however it has come about, and how to grow through it.

 

In a letter to my mother, my Dad wrote this:

" In any case I trust the Source of sacred gladness will find you ready soil to receive the abundance of His showers." 12/22/48-- the day after my mother's Birthday, while she was at Prairie Bible Institute, after she had written something about how they didn't celebrate Christmas.

Elisabeth Elliot, "Granny" to her grandchildren

This is an excerpt from a letter to one of the Shepard girls: 

"Thank you for the lovely photo which came today. You 'have the makings of a very beautiful woman,' as my mother once said to me when I was about your age.  I'm not sure I ever turned into that, but you probably will. May the Lord keep you ever for Himself, pure, surrendered, obedient, and full of joy and compassion.  Those latter traits are and have been for some time evident in you, dear girl.

Time to take a walk-- all by my lonesome, sine Gramps had to go to Marblehead to see the tax lady.

'Christ has utterly wiped out the damning evidence of broken laws and commandments which always hung over our heads, and has completely annulled it by nailing it over his own head on the dross. And then, having drawn the sting of all the powers ranged against us, he exposed them, shattered, empty and defeated, in his final glorious triumphant act'  (Col 2:14-15).  Today is Good Friday --- what a depth of suffering and sorrow for our Lord, what glory and joy for us helpless sinners!"

                                                                                    With my heart's love,

                                                                                    Granny (signed in pen) [April, 1998]

How thankful I am that my mother wrote each of the 8 children regularly, and lovingly.  She always said how much she loved them, and how she prayed for them, and gave interesting tidbits of her days, as well as a little quote or verse, reminding them of the One they were made for.