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In her classic book, Elisabeth Elliot candidly shares her love story with Jim Elliot through letters, diary entries, and memories. She is honest about the temptations, difficulties, victories, and sacrifices of two young people whose commitment to Christ took priority over their love for each other. These revealing personal glimpses, combined with relevant biblical teaching, will remind readers that only by putting their human passion and desire through His fire can God purify their love.In a culture obsessed with dating, sex, and intimacy, the need for Elliot's freeing message is greater than ever. This beautifully repackaged edition will appeal to today's young people.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	16 mars 2021
Nombre de lectures	4
EAN13	9781493434558
Langue	English

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Also by Elisabeth Elliot:
A Slow and Certain Light
The Savage My Kinsman
Love Has a Price Tag
No Graven Image
The Journals of Jim Elliot
Through Gates of Splendor
Shadow of the Almighty
Let Me Be a Woman
The Mark of a Man
Discipline: The Glad Surrender
Quest for Love
“Rainbows are made of sunlight and rain. The sunlight, which turned my world into a radiance of color, was the knowledge of Jim Elliot’s love. The rain was the other fact he explained to me as we sat on the grass by the Lagoon—that God was calling him to remain single. Perhaps for life, perhaps only until he had firsthand experience in the place where he was to work as a jungle missionary. Older missionaries had told him that single men were needed to do jobs married ones could never do. There were some areas where women could not go. Jim took their word for it and committed himself to bachelorhood for as long as the will of God required.”
Five years passed before Jim Elliot knew that it was God’s will that he and Elisabeth marry. During those five years both experienced the same feelings that you may now have—loneliness .-.-. longing .-.-. impatience ... hope ... fear of what may lie ahead combined with trust in God .-.-. the elation of love mingled with the pain of separation. Through their time of waiting upon the Lord, both grew in faith and their love was purified. They learned many lessons which Elisabeth Elliot now shares with you. You, too, will learn to let your heart rest “where true joys are to be found.”

© 1984, 2002 by Elisabeth Elliot
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
www.revellbooks.com
Repackaged edition published 2013
Ebook edition created 2021
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.
ISBN 978-1-4934-3455-8
Unless otherwise indicated, Scripture is taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Scripture marked PHILLIPS is taken from The New Testament In Modern English, revised edition—J. B. Phillips, translator. © J. B. Phillips 1958, 1960, 1972. Used by permission of Macmillan Publishing Co., Inc.
Scripture marked YOUNG CHURCHES is taken from LETTERS TO YOUNG CHURCHES by J. B. Phillips. Copyright © 1947, 1957 by Macmillan Publishing Co., Inc., renewed 1975 by J. B. Phillips. Used by permission.
Scripture marked NEB is taken from The New English Bible , Copyright © 1961, 1970, 1989, by The Delegates of Oxford University Press and The Syndics of the Cambridge University Press. Reprinted by permission.
Quotation from “The Shooting of Dan McGrew,” by Robert Service, reprinted by permission of DODD, MEAD, & COMPANY, INC. from THE COLLECTED POEMS OF ROBERT SERVICE.
Quotation from TOWARD JERUSALEM copyrighted material used by permission of the Christian Literature Crusade, Fort Washington, PA 19034.
“Night Song at Amalfi” reprinted with permission of Macmillan Publishing Company from COLLECTED POEMS by Sara Teasdale. Copyright 1915 by Macmillan Publishing Co., Inc., renewed 1943 by Mamie T. Wheless.
Contents
Cover
Half Title Page
Title Page
Copyright Page
Preface
Introduction by Ruth Bell Graham
1 Me, Lord? Single?
2 The Life I Owe
3 Passion Is a Battleground
4 Unruly Affections
5 Does God Want Everything?
6 The Snake’s Reasoning
7 The First Date
8 Unfailing Love
9 The Revelation
10 Does God Notice?
11 Oozing Ache
12 Holding Pattern
13 Material for Sacrifice
14 Honor Above Passion
15 Little Deaths
16 Life From Death
17 What to Do With Loneliness
18 What Providence Has Gone and Done
19 The Rebel Sigh
20 Self-deception
21 What Women Do to Men
22 What Do Men Look For?
23 The Mess We’ve Made
24 Hot Sweats and Wet Feet
25 Nobody Knows the Trouble
26 A Letter at Last
27 Whetted Appetites
28 How Much Can a Kiss Tell You?
29 They Abstain From Nothing
30 A “Small” Sin
31 A Cave and a Driftwood Fire
32 How Do You Say No?
33 Four Bare Legs
34 His Sublime Keeping
35 Impatience
36 I Have You Now Unravished
37 Hold God to His Bargain
38 God Granted and God Denied
39 Confused Rollings and Wheels
40 Love Letters
41 This Is Our God—We Have Waited for Him
42 Out of Love and Into Charity
43 A New Act of Creation
Source Notes
About the Author
Back Cover
Preface
In my day we would have called them love affairs or romances. Now they are called relationships. The word love has fallen on bad times. To many people it means nothing more nor less than going to bed with somebody, never mind what sex the other may belong to. Bumper stickers substitute a picture of a red heart for the word love and apply it to just about anything, anybody, or any place. In some Christian gatherings people are asked to turn around and look the person next to them full in the face, even if he is a perfect stranger, and say, with a broad smile and without the least trace of a blush, “God loves you, and so do I,” and prove it by a hearty bear hug. This apparently makes some of them feel good. Perhaps it even convinces them they’ve obeyed the strongest and toughest command ever laid on human beings: Love one another as Christ has loved you. No wonder people cast about for some other word to describe what they feel for an individual of the opposite sex. It’s new. It’s neat. It’s really neat. It’s special.
“What’s special?” I sometimes ask.
“Well, you know, this, like, relationship.”
“What relationship, exactly?”
“Well, I don’t know, you know, it’s like, I mean, it’s just really neat.”
A schoolteacher wrote to me recently about a “growing friendship” with a man she had been riding to work with. He had gone to a distant state, and she was feeling very lonely and uncertain about the future. She was not sure just what their relationship had been or was now or might turn out to be, but having picked up from my writings bits and pieces that refer to matters of the heart, she wanted to know more.
“I want to know a little of what you were thinking, if I may. What were your feelings? What was going through your mind? Did your emotions often conflict with your thinking? If you can spare a few minutes and write back, I would hold on to any words of wisdom you have.”
Of course I spared the few minutes. The letters keep coming, bombarding me with questions along these lines, suggesting that the experience of one from a different generation might still be a signpost. Here are snippets from other letters:
“I am writing to you as a young woman seeking as honestly as I know how to be obedient to God, to know wisdom and discernment, to be pleasing and faithful and to wait on Him. My walk with Christ is rather an alone one. I lack knowing the spiritual leadership of a woman who is older than I. I know that concerning some things it was intended that the older women instruct the younger. I know that you are a servant, and I hope that you might respond.”
“How should a woman behave if a man is not fulfilling his role?”
“How shall I know that this woman is right for me?”
“How far can we go without a commitment to marriage? How far if we have that commitment?”
“What is our role as single women—waiting around?”
“You seem so strong and unswerving in your faith. Over and over I tell God I cannot go through this anymore. I quit. I tell Him I am mad. Don’t you ever falter and feel you cannot go on? Have you never had times of giving up?”
“Did you struggle with the desire to be with Jim all the years you were separated?”
“Did you struggle with being single if your heart yearned for Jim?”
“If Tom had not come into my life, all my thoughts would be focused on the Lord. There would be no conflict. It bothers me so—I am lonely, and cry so easily, almost as if my heart is breaking. Is this part of God’s plan?”
“ How did you handle the impatience of wanting to be with the man you loved?”
I answer all the letters that come. I find myself trying to put into words, again and again, the lessons that came out of my own experience. I’ve been there where these men and women are. I know exactly what they mean. I fear that my replies to them must often seem cut and dried. “Oh, she’s too opinionated. She’s got no sympathy. She’s the strong type anyway; she’s never agonized as I do. And the way she dishes out advice! Do this, don’t do that, trust God, period. I can’t handle that stuff.” I’ve heard the objections. I’ve overheard them, too. In college cafeterias after a talk I’ve given. At the book table where they’re leafing through my books, unaware that the author is sitting to their left, with both ears open.
I thought that if I put these things into a book, they would not seem so cut and dried as they must in a one-page letter. Perhaps I must tell enough of my own story to serve as evidence that I’ve been there. Could I tell it without stickiness? Without seeming to be at too many removes from people whose vocabulary is different, but whose cries wake clear echoes of my own? I hope I can. But in order to do that I must run the risk of indecent exposure. I must put in my own cries and some of Jim’s, my own weaknesses, my falterings—not by any means all (if you knew how much I’ve left out!), but some samples.
So the book has grown. Letters written to me during the last five or ten years are quoted. My own journals of thirty to thirty-five years ago. Letters from Jim Elliot. Statements as to the principles that apply.
The framework of the book is the story of five and a half years of loving one man, Jim, and of learning the disciplines of longing, loneliness, uncertainty, hope, trust, and unconditional commitment to Christ—a commitment which