It is not my habit to write to authors of books I have read. However, having just completed End of the Spear, it seems good to send you this short note. I thoroughly enjoyed the book.
My memories of 1956 are foggy with time; I would have been 9 when the news came about your father and his 4 friends. I vaguely remember asking why God let this happen, but nothing more. Then during the 70s, after I came to Christ, your Aunt Rachel and one of the Waodani tribesmen came through San Antonio, and I went to hear them. I was much impressed and thrilled that so many of these people came to Him. This was my first real introduction to your story.
As I read End of the Spear, I was reminded of that one sentence tucked away in Isaiah 53: â€œYet it pleased the LORD to bruise him.â€ I have long marveled at this paradox, this mystery of God. All the sermons I have heard attempting to explain the statement always seemed to fall far short of the profound depth wrapped up in these few words. I have seen that what was true of His Son is also true of us. It pleases the Lord to bruise us. Paul said death works in us for life in you. I know that our God is the God of life, and if I am alive with the Life of His Son, then if He is pleased to bruise me, it is for Life for others. My bruising becomes my joy. I perceive that the severe bruising of you, your father, and those of the other families was, indeed, for Life and for your joy. Thanks for sharing that with me.
The climax of the book came as I read Mincayeâ€™s story about how he came to walk Godâ€™s trailâ€”the night visit to your aunt. WOW! As I learned about him, I saw him as old Enoch of Genesis. He walked with God. I am sure many may think of Mincaye as a simple jungle Indian. Far from it! He may be unaware of the distractions of modern society, but he is totally consumed by his Lord, and his responses in the crisis showed me that his simple faith was absolutely profound. I daresay that Mincaye knows the Lord as few in our culture do. Thank you for giving me a look at this man of God.
As you described the beginnings of Waodani independence, I thought of the beginnings of our own by our forefathers, that which they called their â€œexperiment.â€ Just as there were great obstacles against them, recognizing Godâ€™s superintending grace they persevered; so may the Waodani. He has not changed. May they find our Godâ€™s grace sufficient for their â€œexperiment.â€
Thank you for giving of yourself. Over the years, I have dabbled in poetry. I wish to give back to you something of myself.
In our sorrows, we ask, O God, of Thee
Why do you stand still, unmoved in Thy great sovereignty,
Silent, while men die, enduring pain and agony?
And thus, we find it hard to say that Thou art good
In the face of unrelenting human tragedy!
Thy good, O Lord, its depths we cannot see;
For Thy good comes often robed in great severity.
You measure not Thy good in things of time and space,
But in the light and grace of Thy eternity.
And when we see as Thou dost see, Thou art good indeed!
May the grace and peace of the Lord Jesus continue with you.