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299 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2020
One ought to be careful that he does not confuse what he calls “the will of God” with his own image of the role he is playing, which is an obligation to illusion only. Deliver me from this, Lord! (246)This is such a huge shift from her earlier journal persona that assumed that God’s leading will always eventually make good sense, even where it can be confusing in the moment. Remembering Elliot in her later years, speaking with such confidence on her radio program, makes quotes like this one even more delightful:
I find myself poles, poles, poles apart from those around me. I am bothered by this. I am tuned, it seems, to an entirely different wave length. I read Terstugen and MacDonald, and some utterly godless writers, and my heart says a great YES to every word. I hear Dad [Elliot] preach and expound and I can only say NO. It simply does not appear to me as TRUTH. He has spent his whole life preaching and studying the Word. He comes out with an entirely different orientation than those who speak so clearly to me. My God, what is Truth? (232)I’ve never felt such love for Elisabeth Elliot as when reading about her struggles in these areas. It’s a thrill to know that she wrestled with questions that also run around in my brain so often—and that her questions and mine originate in similar experiences in cross-cultural ministry.
There was another death as well, the passing of a triumphal religiosity that responded to both life’s tragedies and life’s deep questions with platitudes. And if Betty felt stark grief at Jim’s loss, grief was almost easier to bear than the anger she felt about the pious postures of performance-based religious agencies concerned more with image and PR rather than the state of one’s heart. (275)And with that, this first volume ends—at just the point where I really want to keep reading more! Just before Elliot writes what is my all-time favorite of her many books, No Graven Image.
Whether you agree or disagree with their choices, whether you resonate or not with their particular personalities, the takeaway from their lives is a reckless abandon for God. A willingness to cast off any illusions of self-protection, in order to burn for Christ. An absolutely liberating, astonishing radical freedom that comes only when you have, in fact, spiritually died to your own wants, ambitions, will, desires, reputation, and everything else. (274)I can agree with that. Vaughn’s suggestion that Elliot was something of a mystic is intriguing, and I’m eager to read the next volume of the biography to see how that develops from the mid-1960s.