Elisabeth Elliot Newsletters

http://www.elisabethelliot.org/newsletters.html

These are PDF's of newsletters personally sent out by Elisabeth herself. There are excerpts by others as well.

I have found them to be quite enjoyable!

That is one that I was going to post on my website, but couldn't get it to highlight to do so. :)
Initially I just skimmed it though, but I'm glad you posted it again. :)

This weekend I determined to ask you if you post anything from Elisabeth because she was my #1 mentor (so to speak) and lady speaker/teacher.

Oh what a lady she is. She's been out of ministry for a long while now, but her legacy lives on. No woman, or even men for that matter, would go wrong to get to know her. Her radio shows and all were geared to women, but the men just loved her as well and would tune in & enjoy her books as well.

She is quite an extraordinary woman. No matter what befell her, she kept going, kept pressing on. It's really very inspiring. Have you seen Beyond gates of Splendor? It amazes me that after 45 years her and the other women were still in tears over their husbands dying. Their testimonies are amazing!

God bless you sister!! You are such an encouragement on here!

This is not by Elisabeth, but was in one of the newsletters.

Father, hear us, we are praying,
Hear the words our hearts are saying,
We are praying for our children.

Keep them from the powers of evil,
From the secret, hidden peril,
From the whirlpool that would suck them,
From the treacherous quicksand, pluck them.

From the worldling’s hollow gladness,
From the sting of faithless sadness,
Holy Father, save our children.

Through life’s troubled waters steer them,
Through life’s bitter battle cheer them,
Father, Father, be Thou near them.
Read the language of our longing,
Read the wordless pleadings thronging,
Holy Father, for our children.

And wherever they may bide,
Lead them Home at eventide.

From Toward Jerusalem, by Amy Carmichael

Prayer is compared in the Bible to incense. “Let my prayer be counted as incense before thee,”wrote the psalmist, and the angel who stood b e f o r e t h e a l t a r w i t h t h e g o l d e n c e n s e r i n Revelation 6 was given incense to mingle with the prayers of the saints. Incense was very expensive, blended by a perfumer according to a strict formula. It appears to serve no particularly useful purpose. Its smoke and fragrance soon dissipate. Couldn’t incense be done without?

Prayer is like incense. It costs a great deal. Sometimes it seems to accomplish little (as we mortals assess things). It soon dissipates. But God likes the fragrance. It was God’s idea to arrange the work of the tabernacle to include a special altar for incense. We can be pretty sure He included all that was necessary and nothing that was unnecessary.

Jesus prayed: He offered thanksgiving, He interceded for others, He made petitions. That the Son—coequal, coeternal, consubstantial with theFather—should come to the Father in prayer is amystery. That we, God’s children, should be notonly permitted but commanded also to come is a mystery. How can we change things by prayer? How can we “move” a sovereign and omnipotent God? We do not understand. We simply obey because it is a law of the universe, as we obey other laws of the universe, knowing only that this is how things have been arranged: the book falls to the floor in obedience to the law of gravity if I let go of it; spiritual power is released through prayer.

I could say, “God can make my hands clean if He wants to,” or I could wash them myself. Chances are God won’t make my hands clean. That’s a job He leaves up to me. His omnipotence is not impaired by His having ordained my participation, whether it be in the washing of hands with soap or the helping of a friend with prayer. Jesus Christ redeemed the world by the laying down of His life, a perfect sacrifice, once for all. Yet He is in the business, as David Redding says, of “maintenance and repair.” He lets us participate with Him in that business by the laying down of our own lives.

One way of laying down our lives is by praying for somebody. In prayer I am saying, in effect, “my life for yours.” My time, my energy, my thought,my concern, my concentration, my faith—here they are, for you. So it is that I participate in thework of Christ. So it is that no work of faith, no labor of love, no smallest prayer is ever lost, but, like the smoke of the incense on the golden altar, rises from the hand of the angel before God.

From the “Notes on Prayer” booklet by Elisabeth Elliot

Thought this one was very good for mothers. The temptations of discontentment that can arise. Hope it encourages someone.. In a way, made me think of this verse, Col 3:23 And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;

The voice of self beckons:

Get out there and do something important and worthwhile.

The voice of my blond-haired daughter invites me:

Mommy, let’s play house. I’ll be the Mommy, you be the Daddy.

The voice of self lures me:

Stand up! Be counted among the useful and make the world a better place.

The voice of my infant son cries from his crib:

I pick him up and we rock together in the silence and stillness.

The voice of self bids me:

Work hard and seek the praise and applause of many.

The voice of my grown-up four-year-old daughter announces proudly:

Mommy, I colored this picture of Pooh for you.

The voice of self tempts me:

Make sure your talent is noticed and appreciated and bask in the spotlight.

Three small voices plead:

Mommy, we’re thirsty, will you get us a drink of water?

The voice of self cries out as I wipe a little nose for the twentieth time:

Lord, isn’t there a more glamorous job for me than this?

The voice of my Lord assures me:

“If anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones … I tell you the truth, she will certainly not lose her reward.—For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to these little children.”

“At an old English parsonage down by the sea,
there came in the twilight a message to me.
Its quaint Saxon legend deeply engraven
that, as it seems to me, teaching from heaven.
And all through the hours the quiet words ring,
like a low inspiration, ‘Do the next thing.’

Many a questioning, many a fear,
many a doubt hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from heaven,
time, opportunity, guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrow, child of the King,
trust that with Jesus, do the next thing.

Do it immediately, do it with prayer,
do it reliantly, casting all care.
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand,
who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on omnipotence, safe ‘neath His wing,
leave all resultings, do the next thing.

Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
working or suffering be thy demeanor,
in His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
the light of His countenance, be thy psalm.
Do the next thing.”