I had one of those yesterday. It was a short story written by Elisabeth Elliot about her husband's journey as a missionary. Jim Elliot, her husband, was a missionary to the vicious Auca Indians in South America. He ended up dying with his companions during an attempt to share the gospel with the Auca tribe. Though tragic, God used the lives of those brave men to spur the hearts of many to become missionaries around the world . Also, the Auca Indians did finally hear the gospel through the work of many proceeding the brave martyrs. The story I read contained Elisabeth's thoughts and many portions of Jim's personal journals.
It was enlightening to read his journals, and it was a privilege to delve into the thoughts of a missionary who was so devoted to God's will. Here's a small excerpt from a passage I especially loved:
"You wonder why people choose fields away from the States when young people at home are drifting because no one wants to take time to listen to their problems. I'll tell you why I left. Because those Stateside young people have every opportunity to study, hear, and understand the Word of God in their own language, and these Indians have no opportunity whatsoever. I have had to make a cross of two logs, and lie down on it, to show the Indians what it means to crucify a man. When there is that much ignorance over here and so much knowledge and opportunity over there, I have no question in my mind why God sent me here. Those whimpering Stateside young people will wake up on the Day of Judgement condemned to worse fates than these demon-fearing Indians, because having a Bible, they were bored with it--while these never heard of such a thing as writing."
"I do not know whether Jim had any premonition that God was going to take him up on all he had promised Him--going to answer literally his prayer of April 18, 1948: 'Father, take my life, yea, my blood if Thou wilt, and consume it with Thine enveloping fire. I would not save it for it is not mine to save. Have it Lord, have it all. Pour out my life as an oblation for the world. Blood is only of value as it flows before Thine altar.'"