Before going down to Okinawa, my sister gave me a book: Becoming Elisabeth Elliot, but I'd completely forgotten about it until a few weeks ago when we moved everything around in the room. THE BOOK!
Elisabeth Elliot? Those of you who grew up in the latter 1900's recognize that name. Married to Jim Elliot who was martyred by members of an Amazonian tribe, Elisabeth took her daughter, and with fellow missionary Rachel Saint, lived with these jungle people then saw them come to Christ and later became a radio host, author and conference speaker worldwide.
Chapter 9 tells of the shadow of a cross falling across the path of Jim and Elisabeth's nighttime walks when they were still dating. The space before the next chapter seemed perfect for a sketch.
The book isn't just romance and frivolity, of course. In high school, the no-nonsense Elisabeth learned: "Don't go around with a Bible under your arm if you haven't swept under your bed."
