Quotes from Elisabeth Elliot

When you and I offer our fears, worries, and anxieties to God, we give Him the opportunity to demonstrate how marvelously caring His heart really is, and we allow God to show us how deeply He cares for us.

If God loves me, Hell make me happy". Well, yes and no. Happy isnt the word, really. Its joy, a far better thing. Not a sentiment, not mere "feeling good", but something that can never be taken away.

The ways of the world exalt themselves against God. They sometimes look rational and appealing to the most ernest disciple but Christ says to us then what He said to His disciples long ago, when many of them had given u pin disgust, Do you also want to leave me? If we answer as PEter did, Lord to whom else shall we go? Your words are words of eternal life, our rebel thoughts are captured once more. The way of holiness is again visible.

The unwillingness on the part of men and women to acknowledge their helpless dependence is a violation of our "creatureliness." The unwillingness to be obedient is a violation of our humanity. Both are declarations of independence and, whether physical or moral, are essentially atheistic. In both, the answer to the call is no.

We need Jesus Christ, our refuge, our fortress, the stronghold of my life. It takes desolation to teach us our need of Him.

Well, that's what faith is about, isn't it? If you really believe that somebody loves you then you trust them. The will of God is love. And love suffers. That's how we know what

Our major problems of acceptance and trust usually have to do with timing, because God's timetable is always different from ours. He wants me to wait in order to believe, in order to learn to put my faith in His timing.

My portion. My cup. My lot is secure. My heart can be at peace. My Father is in charge. How simple!

One morning I was reading the story of Jesus' feeding of the five thousand. The disciples could find only five loaves of bread and two fishes. "Let me have them," said Jesus. He asked for all. He took them, said the blessing, and broke them before He gave them out. I remembered what a chapel speaker, Ruth Stull of Peru, had said: "If my life is broken when given to Jesus, it is because pieces will feed a multitude, while a loaf will satisfy only a little lad.

God will see to it that we understand as much truth as we are willing to obey.

The real question we need to face is exactly what a Christian is supposed to do when terrible things happen. There are two choices, and only two: We can trust God or we can defy Him. We believe that God is God, He's still got the whole world in His hands and knows exactly what He's doing, or we must believe that He is not God and we are at the awful mercy of mere chance.

We are encompassed on all sides by the Almighty. "His tender mercies are over all His works," "steadfast love surrounds him who trusts in the Lord," and "underneath are the Everlasting Arms." Over, around, underneath. We are enfolded. Can you think of a safer place to be?