Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt [in] every situation you believe to be the will of God.
– Jim Elliot –
from his journals
Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt [in] every situation you believe to be the will of God.
– Jim Elliot –
from his journals
Father, let me be weak that I might lose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me lose the tension of the grasping hand. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by “harmless” longing … Rather, open my hand to receive the nail of Calvary, as Christ’s was opened—that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.
– Jim Elliot –
God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him.
– Jim Elliot –
Lord, make my way prosperous not that I achieve high station, but that my life be an exhibit to the value of knowing God
– Jim Elliot –
When it comes time to die, make sure that all you have to do is die.
– Jim Elliot –
I’ve been bought by the labors of that great Shepherd who came from afar to gain me as His bride. Lead on, Lord, whatever God’s command is or wherever He may lead, I am now ready to go.
– Jim Elliot –
He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.
– Jim Elliot –
from his Journal, October 28, 1949
Sweet, sweet grace of God! It was a happy day, spent with saints and sinners. Street meetings tonight brought me into contact with a successful man who has an empty heart. How shall I praise God sufficiently for the inexplicable miracle of divine grace in my soul? And how explain it to others? I have committed this man’s soul to God, and His Word, expecting to write one day in these [journal] pages of his turning to the Lord and finding great peace. You see these words, Lord, and are my Judge as to whether they are in faith.
– Jim Elliot –
Eternity shall be at once a great eye-opener and a great mouth-shutter. It shall be the Rectifier of all injustice (and how vast is injustice!), the Confirmer of martyrs’ blood, the Explainer of years of labor swallowed up in meaningless ruin on earth. Lord, deliver me from sweet doctrinal nothings.
– Jim Elliot –