Send not your foolish and feeble: send me your strong and your sane,
Strong for the red-rage of battle: sane for I harry them sore.
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core.
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat.
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace of heat...
And I wait for the men who will win me-and I will not be won in a day,
And I will not be won by weaklings, subtle and suave and mild,
But with men with the hearts of Vikings and the simple faith of a child,
Desperate, strong and resistless, unthrottled by fear and defeat,
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat.
Teach me to count the cost, O God, most expensively won!
-Jim Elliot
From the journals of Jim Elliot, edited
by Elisabeth Elliot, Fleming H. Revell
Company, Old Tappan, New Jersey, 1978
4 years ago
1 comment:
This reminds me of the verse,
Mt 11:12 And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force. The kingdom of Heaven is not gained by weaklings, and to overcome in spiritual warfare, one must be "fenced with iron and the staff of a spear". 2Samuel 23:10
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