All the Scriptural metaphors about the death of the seed that falls into the ground, about losing one's life, about becoming the least in the kingdom, about the world's passing away-all these go on to something unspeakably better and more glorious. Loss and death are only the preludes to gain and life. It was a temptation to foreshorten the promises, to look for some prompt fulfillment of the loss-gain principle….
by Elisabeth Elliot
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In her book "These Strange Ashes," Elisabeth Elliot reflects on the profound themes found in Scripture regarding sacrifice, loss, and renewal. She uses metaphors such as the death of a seed, the idea of losing one's life, and becoming humble in the spiritual kingdom to illustrate that these concepts ultimately lead to an existence that is far more glorious than we can imagine. Elliot emphasizes that what may seem like loss or death is merely a prelude to a greater gain and a fuller life.

Elliot warns against the temptation to seek immediate fulfillment of these spiritual principles, suggesting that we often wish for quick rewards for our sacrifices. Instead, she encourages readers to embrace the deeper spiritual truths behind loss and to trust that they lead to significant and uplifting transformations. The message focuses on the hope that lies beyond present trials, urging individuals to maintain faith in the promises that come from surrendering to these life-altering processes.

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