The End of the Spear is a powerful and moving film. It is of course a true story, and the lives and deaths of Jim Elliot, Ed McCully, Pete Fleming, Nate Saint, and Roger Youderian received extensive coverage when they were killed in 1956. It continues to inspire, and the movie does a wonderful job of recreating those events.
Fifty years later hundreds of thousands of missionaries still walk into jungles or off into deserts for the benefit of those they seek to meet and in obedience to the Great Commission. This past week, I heard my friend Ralph –who must be nearing 70– give a brief account of his December travels. He made a trip to Swaziland to visit and encourage a local AIDS ministry and orphange there that receives support from a number of churches in California, and that was after he had answered an emergency appeal for workers to fly to Pakistan to assist inthe construction of shelters for the millions of Muslims whose homes had been destroyed in the earthquake. This latter trip took Ralph and his team high into rugged mountains where they worked day after day assembling basic structures for devastated and remote villages.
I was thinking about Ralph and all those like him on short and long term missions throughout the world while watching The End of the Spear yesterday. Do yourself a favor and find the time to see the film this weekend.
As you might imagine, I spend a good deal of time talking with reporters. I usually don’t mind it. It comes with the territory. With notable exceptions, reporters are people of good will working hard to write a story that will please their editors. It is true that they are not always the sharpest knives in the drawer. These days most of them have gone to journalism school, or j-school, as it is called. In intellectual rankings at universities, journalism is just a notch above education, which is, unfortunately, at the bottom.
An eager young thing with a national paper was interviewing me about yet another instance of political corruption. ‘Is this something new?’