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Steve Saint was five years old when his father, missionary pilot Nate Saint, was speared to death by a primitive Ecuadorian tribe. In adulthood, Steve, having left Ecuador for a successful business career in the United States, never imagined making the jungle his home again. But when that same tribe asks him to help them, Steve, his wife, and their teenage children move back to the jungle. There, Steve ...
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2005 ECPA Retailer's Choice Award winner for best biography/autobiography!
Steve Saint was five years old when his father, missionary pilot Nate Saint, was speared to death by a primitive Ecuadorian tribe. In adulthood, Steve, having left Ecuador for a successful business career in the United States, never imagined making the jungle his home again. But when that same tribe asks him to help them, Steve, his wife, and their teenage children move back to the jungle. There, Steve learns long-buried secrets about his father's murder, confronts difficult choices, and finds himself caught between two worlds. Soon to be a major motion picture (January 2006), End of the Spear brilliantly chronicles the continuing story that first captured the world's attention in the bestselling book, Through Gates of Splendor. Tyndale House Publishers
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In this heartfelt memoir, Saint writes about growing up with the Ecuadoran tribe whose members killed his father in 1956, and about taking his wife and teenage children back to Ecuador in the 1990s to live among them again. Many of Saint's readers will be familiar with the spearing deaths of five American missionaries by Auca Indians a half-century ago, a story recounted by Elisabeth Elliot in Through Gates of Splendor (1996 revised edition). Saint, who was four years old at the time of the murders, adds to that familiarity with this account of his deep, familial bond with his father's assassin. Specifically, Saint debunks myths about the tribe. He explains that Auca, which means naked savage, is a derogatory name given to the tribe by outsiders, and that they are actually called the Waodani. While he does not dispute that they were vicious killers before they converted to Christianity soon after they murdered Saint's father, he takes pains to help his readers understand what led the Waodani to their murderous worldview. In a long passage, he tells the story of the 1956 murders from the Waodani perspective. Most of the book is devoted to his latest experiences with his Waodani family. Although Saint is not a very accomplished writer, his voice is authentic and humble, and his story will undoubtedly inspire many. (Dec.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780842384780
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/28/2006
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged 8 CDs
  • Pages: 8
  • Product dimensions: 6.74 (w) x 5.74 (h) x 1.12 (d)

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End of the Spear


By Steve Saint

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

ISBN: 0-8423-8488-X


Chapter One

Back to the Stone Age November 1994

The head flight attendant had given us the customary briefing before takeoff. It was obvious that her first language was not English. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as the powerful engines on the 757 pushed me back in the seat.

We were a cosmopolitan bunch. Experience (and numerous Goofy hats) told me that some on board had been to Disney World. Others, apparently from the upper socioeconomic end, had probably come to the land of malls and shopping extravaganzas to update their wardrobes. But there were also some who had the coarse hair and weathered skin of the mestizo, those born from the mingling of Spanish conquistadores and descendants of the Inca Empire they conquered.

BACK TO THE STONE AGE

I love to fly, but not back where I was sitting. I like the front left seat, where I can select my destination through the smallest manipulations of the controls. My stomach goes queasy every time a pilot I don't know-with my life in his hands-pulls back the power levers and we begin to decelerate while still pointed up at an alarming angle. In the small aircraft I fly, reducing power with the nose pointed at the sky is an invitation to stall and spin.

But my mind was on other things this night. I tilted the seat back and closed my eyes.

On the other end of this flight I would spend a short night in the Andes Mountains. I hoped I would not get that crazy, suffocating sensation that had kept me awake in Quito's thin atmosphere on recent visits. Years before, when I lived and went to school almost ten thousand feet up in the mountains, I could play a full game of basketball and feel fine. Now, twenty-five years later, I had begun to understand what tourists complain about: "I can't catch my breath" or "I wake up gasping for air."

If they have Aunt Rachel's body ready, I should be on my way down to the jungle early the next morning, I thought.

Just the day before, I had been sitting at home after a long day of the same old, same old-driving around, talking on the cell phone, haggling over a few cents now that could make a difference of thousands of dollars down the road-the usual knockdown, drag-out life of a businessman. When the phone rang, I almost didn't answer. At home, Ginny answers the phone. She is a lot nicer to telemarketers, and after a day with my hand to my ear, I didn't want to talk into a machine anymore.

We had been expecting the call, but I still was not ready for it. "Hi, is this Steve?" I could tell the voice on the other end was calling from outside the United States. "I'm sorry to have to tell you that your aunt Rachel died this afternoon. I think it would be good if someone from the family could come down. Remember, down here we have to bury within twenty-four hours. I can ask the doctor if he can do some embalming, but that will only buy us a few hours. If we take too long, the authorities will make us bury her in Quito."

Aunt Rachel had been in Quito to receive treatments for cancer. But I knew she had wanted to be buried at home in the jungle, with the people she loved-the Waodani. Mom and my stepdad, Abe, were out of town. I knew they wouldn't be able to get down to Ecuador in time. I would have to represent the family and help bury "Star," as the people there called her.

As we cruised high over Cuba, I wondered how to best get my dear old aunt's body down to the jungle. And I contemplated how I could keep the Waodani who had loved her from being overwhelmed by "outsiders" wanting to get in on this historic event.

I woke up to the same voice that had put me to sleep: "Pleeze fosten yur-e seat bels fur ourr londing in Quito." Now I was glad I wasn't sitting in the left front seat. Quito lies in a tight valley rimmed by Andean mountain peaks. The city spreads right to the runway threshold, and on this night there was a heavy fog hanging over the valley floor. If we couldn't make a landing on our first couple of tries, we would have to divert to the coast and spend the night in Guayaquil, and I would almost certainly miss the reason for which I was coming. But thankfully, we made it.

By the time I got to the Quito airport early the next morning, Aunt Rachel's body, wrapped in sheets, was already lying on the floor of the Cessna bush plane that would take us home. I took the seat beside her body. As we flew down the Avenue of the Volcanoes, regal snowcapped peaks rose above our flight altitude and disappeared into the overcast sky above us. Normally, we would have made a fuel stop on the edge of the great Amazon rain forest, but we were in a hurry. I heard our pilot request that another plane deliver the casket and bring extra fuel for him. I watched as we flew over the little town where I had spent my most formative years. Aunt Rachel had been a big part of those years. I felt a yearning to tell her just once more how much I loved her and respected her willingness to risk everything for what she believed. She was the most humble, but also the most stubborn, person I had ever known. Without the humility, she never would have been willing to live in a thatched hut in the middle of nowhere. Without the stubbornness, she never could have survived the violent cultural chaos that characterized life among the Waodani, known to the outside world as "Aucas"-savages. Without her, it is possible that there would have been no one left to welcome us at our destination.

The Waodani heard the plane coming and were standing by the short gravel-and-grass strip when we landed. The makeshift runway was surrounded on all sides by a sea of dense jungle. Dayumae, Aunt Rachel's closest living "relative" in the tribe, was the first one I saw after I opened the plane door. She greeted me and then saw what was left of the cowodi-foreigner-she had adopted as her sister more than four decades before. Her reaction was chilling. She began to wail, taking me by surprise. The Waodani, her own people, don't do that. But Dayumae had spent fifteen years living with the Quechua, a neighboring tribe, and had adopted much of their culture. Their death wail is a dark window into the excruciating agony of a human soul that has little control over its own destiny. The rest of the group retreated from Dayumae's grief.

Finally, the pilot and a couple of Waodani and I unwrapped Aunt Rachel's shroud and lifted her body from the plane into the simple plywood box that would serve as her coffin. It seemed appropriate for this old Saint who had never worried about luxuries or her own comfort. Its rustic simplicity matched her house, which sat just a hundred yards down the trail. We carried her there for final preparations.

No one had thought to tie Aunt Rachel's mouth shut before rigor mortis set in. So the doctor had tied a head scarf around her head and under her chin to keep it closed. The Waodani women surrounded the coffin to get a last glimpse of this woman who had become as much one of them as her ruddy complexion and white skin would allow. Immediately, they began an animated discussion. They spoke much too rapidly for me to catch the details of what they were saying, but it was clear that they were not pleased with the doctor's choice of scarf. They untied it to find a replacement, but when they did, Aunt Rachel's mouth opened just as though she were going to speak. A gasp ran through the crowd, and they instinctively recoiled. But not even mismatched accessories were going to bring Star's eighty-two-year-old, cancer-ravaged body back to life.

I retied Aunt Rachel's mouth shut with the piece of bright cloth that the Waodani women finally settled on. We carried her body over to the rustic little church just a few feet away. I was surprised to see that there were quite a few foreigners mixed in with the Waodani. But these were Aunt Rachel's close colleagues and friends, who had made flights for her, kept her two-way radio working, and helped her help the Waodani. I could not object to their presence, although I did ask them to let the Waodani bury Star their own way.

The Waodani, however, have no chief or other recognized authority. Over the past forty years, they had become accustomed to giving decision-making power to the cowodi, who can fly and make little metal boxes talk, who have little seeds that make diseases go away, and who perform a myriad of other unimaginable feats. I realized they were waiting for one of the foreigners to take charge. I stepped in.

I handed a nail for the coffin lid to each of the people who constituted Star's closest family.

Brave, impetuous Dayumae had adopted Star and given her the name of her young sister, Nemo, who had been hacked to pieces in a spearing raid when she and Dayumae were just girls. It was because of Dayumae that the tribe had invited Aunt Rachel to live with them, along with Elisabeth Elliot, whose husband, Jim, had also been speared when my dad was killed. Aunt Rachel and "Aunt" Betty were the first outsiders ever to receive such an invitation.

I also handed nails to handsome Kimo and nubile Dawa, the first ones to believe what Aunt Rachel and Dayumae taught them about a new way to live, a way without hating and killing. Kimo had taken a big risk in building a house for Aunt Rachel. Others in the tribe had been displeased and told him it would be his grave.

I gave a nail to Mincaye, who didn't take well to allowing foreigners in Waodani territory. He had threatened to spear Aunt Rachel and Aunt Betty. Then one day, Mincaye mysteriously had a change of heart and told Aunt Rachel that he had decided to follow God's trail. After that, Mincaye became jovial and almost happy-go-lucky.

Old Dyuwi also received a nail. When Dayumae had first returned from the outside world with the two foreigners, he was already a seasoned killer at age twenty. But he went from hating and killing to peacemaking almost instantaneously.

I kept the last nail for myself.

Just before we carried Star out to the hole that had been dug between her house and the little tin-roofed church with chicken-wire windows and chainsawed boards, Kimo offered an impromptu eulogy.

"Waengongi Taado ante odomoncaete ante Nemo pongantapa"-Teaching us to walk God's trail, Star came.

Aunt Rachel was large by Waodani standards and had grown stouter as she aged. When we reached the burial site, several of the Waodani men jumped into the grave to help lower her coffin. I was moved to see the care and almost reverence with which they handled the old shell that had been so precious to those of us gathered in that little clearing. This was the second member of my family to be buried here.

Dyuwi missed the signal to jump out of the grave and found himself alone, under the coffin, as it was lowered the last couple of feet. In desperation, he struggled to extricate himself. In doing so, he tipped the coffin, and we all stood horrified as we heard Aunt Rachel's body roll to the side. With all the weight on one side, the box fell to the bottom of the grave with a thud. No one moved.

I could almost hear Aunt Rachel giving instructions, with Dayumae passionately countermanding them. At first, we reacted like schoolkids whom the teacher had caught cheating. Were we in trouble again? But I could tell that Mincaye was trying to keep from bursting out laughing. Finally he let out a little involuntary snort, and we all broke up. Even Star would have enjoyed the irony of her mourners laughing at her interment.

Strange circumstances, combined with providence, had led this silver-haired old woman to spend half of her long life in the wilds of the Amazon jungle with an egalitarian and once violent Stone Age people. Aunt Rachel's mother had been a daughter of wealth, growing up with luxury and pampering. Her father was a well-known stained-glass artist.

Rachel was Lawrence and Katherine Saint's third of eight children and only daughter. Because her mother was frail, Rachel became something of a second mother to her younger brothers, including my dad, Nate.

As a young girl, Rachel caught the attention of a wealthy Philadelphia widow who had no children of her own. That woman lavished Rachel with the accoutrements of prosperity that Katherine had rejected but her daughter had never tasted. Coming home from a summer in Europe-as was the custom of the old moneyed families in New England-the wealthy dowager informed a teenage Rachel that she had decided to make Rachel her heiress.

Such an inheritance would have ensured the care her mother so desperately needed for tuberculosis, fine educations for her brothers, and the opportunity for Rachel to be the financial protector and provider for the family she already nurtured. But Rachel refused the offer because it would require her to be a companion to her wealthy benefactress until her death. "I have already made a prior commitment to do whatever God wants with my life," she told the woman. "I cannot make any commitment that might cause me to compromise what I have promised to God."

Unaccustomed to rejection of any kind, the wealthy mistress scolded Rachel harshly for her lack of gratitude and her idealism. She summarily cut off any hope of help for Rachel and her family. "You will not receive a cent from me, you ungrateful girl," she informed Rachel; and she meant it. When she died years later, she had her executor send Rachel a set of inexpensive cuff links. "It was the only cheap possession she owned," Aunt Rachel told me.

Feeling rejected, and uncertain about what her family would think of her hasty but principled response, Rachel sought privacy in the bow of the passenger liner on which they were voyaging home. In the mid-Atlantic she poured out her heart to the One to whom she had betrothed herself emotionally and spiritually.

"This never happened to me before or since," she told me on one of my extended visits with her in the jungle, "but while I was in the bow of that ship, I had a vision of a dark-skinned tribe of people who had never heard that the Lord Jesus loved them. And God promised me that if I continued to be faithful to Him, He would one day allow me the privilege of being the one to take His precious Word of love and peace to them."

She went on to finish high school and then spent the next twelve years working in a Christian center for drug and alcohol addicts. The family needed help financially if her brothers were to get adequate educations. She was content that when her responsibility to them was satisfied, God would keep His promise to her.

Although Rachel was past the normal age limit, Wycliffe Bible Translators accepted her as a translator candidate and sent her to Peru to temporarily replace a translator who had been working with a head-hunting tribe there. On the way, she stopped in Ecuador to visit my parents, Nate and Marj, who were missionaries there. Dad flew her to several jungle stations, carefully skirting "Auca" territory in the process. Rachel was keenly observant and asked why Dad avoided flying over that area.

"That part of the jungle is inhabited by people who have killed everyone from the outside world who has ventured inside their borders," Dad explained. "If we had a forced landing there, we might survive the crash, but we would not survive the 'Aucas.'"

"As soon as Nate told me that, I knew that they were the very ones God had promised to let me take His Good News to," Aunt Rachel told me. She never wavered in her confidence, even when tragedy struck several years later and the "Aucas" speared the little brother she loved like a son. I watched as the Waodani filled the grave. Kimo and Dyuwi were watching me.

I had been near this spot years before. Kimo and Dyuwi had been watching me then, too. I was only fourteen. Of course, there was no village and no airstrip back then. We had trekked over from the next valley to the south with a group of Waodani.

My sister, Kathy, had decided she wanted to be baptized. Because our own dad was dead and could not do it, Mom suggested that Kathy choose a couple of men who had influenced her life spiritually. Only two years younger, I decided it was time for me to take this step too.

I understood that baptism was a symbolic, though important, gesture that signified my determination to live by a standard that Itota, the Creator's Son, had established for His followers. My hunting buddy, Iniwa, and Oncaye, a Waodani girl about Kathy's age, said they wanted to be baptized as well.

Mom had always wanted to see where my dad and his four friends had been killed, so she and Aunt Rachel decided to do so on this trip. We would trek over to the Ewenguno River to visit Dad's grave for the first time in the nine years he had been gone. And we would be baptized there.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2006

    Except a corn of wheat die...

    I cannot recommend this book highly enough. It is a cross-cultural experience that will awaken you to evaluation of priorities and values in your own life and culture and a better understanding of mankind, and of the God that created us. We live in a world that is made up of separate little worlds, even ages, but over it all is a Meta-narrative, a Big Story which is true for all the little stories. The title of the book should interpreted in this way: 'End of the killing mentality in the Waodani culture.' As I started reading the book, I felt I was entering into a chaotic hodge podge, not knowing where I was in the story, let alone having any clue where it was going next. I don't know if this was intended, but it is, I am sure, exactly how Steve and Ginny felt during the time in which the story begins. As Steve and his family discern and submit to God's leading, things become more clear, God shows and makes all things beautiful. And, by the way, leave your standards of beautiful at home, they are no good here. As a matter of fact, you'll probably put them away for good. I am sure you are familier with Jesus' teaching that a seed cannot bear fruit except it die. That is what Steve's father, Nate Saint, and his four companions did when they visited the 'Aucas'. Rachel Saint, Steve's Aunt, eventually died among them too. But the case should be made that they all died long before their physical death. We begin with the funeral and burial of Rachel among the tribe and the next day the tribes askes Steve, according to their culture, to take her place in their society. This starts the part of God's story which is Steve's story. The story of his dying so that his life may bear fruit. This is a story of how life changing it is to follow God's carvings. The Waodani people show such love, it is very convicting to us in our individualized society. Their desire to learn the things of God is also convicting and motivating, even down to the smallest of them. Rachel Saint's self-description: 'I Love the Lord Jesus with all my heart, and I trusted Him completly. And I guess I just learned to persevere in whatever He gave me to do.'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2012

    Terrible editing. But good story

    I cant even begin to tell you all of the spelling mistakes along with random words and no spaces.


    But great story

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 29, 2008

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    What a Great Story!

    I wasn't alive when this true story happened, but my aunt told me how she remembered it. These brave missionaries are an inspiration to all. They gave their lives freely so the Auca Indians could find theirs with God. The way the Holy Spirit worked through the Auca is remarkable. Steve Saint's relationship with the people responsible for his father's death is inspirational. Okay, I know I used the word inspire too much but I really don¿t know what other word could be used. And I carry a pocket thesaurus!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2007

    Humbles your heart and renews your faith!

    Excellent read for anyone who really wants to see what faith in action and forgiveness looks like. It really makes you question yourself, your priorities, and most of all your level of faith in God and the ability to love as He does. Excellent adventure!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2006

    Amazing Book

    This is incredible. Mr. Saint shares stories of his life in the Amazon Jungle as an adult, and as a child. He also tells of his father, Nate, who was killed when Steve was a child.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2005

    Jungle Edge Extreme

    This powerful real life adventure of a family with four teenagers moving into the Amazon Jungle, clearing land and building open relationships with former stone-age people. Down to earth people that learn as much as they give to the people. Great humor and storytelling by the author. I would come to work and read funny passages to my fellow workers daily. Through each page my previous thoughts about these native cultures were challenged in such positive ways. I would recommend this as a great entertaining read to anyone, anywhere, anytime.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2014

    Amazing

    Five star

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  • Posted July 9, 2013

    A great book of faith and forgiveness. It is the story of Ste

    A great book of faith and forgiveness. It is the story of Steve Saint who learns to love, forgive and help the Waodani people of Ecuador even though they had killed his father when he was a little boy. It is a moving interesting book.
    I can't imagine number one what it would be like to live and grow up in the Rain Forest of Ecuador, and number two then to have your father brutally killed by the very people you grow up around and you forgive them and love them as your family, this is just mind blowing. This truly tells a story of how this family not only believed and had faith in Jesus but truly lived their faith. Loving, teaching, forgiving, and living with the very men who were the ones who speared his father and 4 others to death is only possible through Christ and really knowing the meaning of loving others as Christ loves them.
    This is an interesting book of the story of Steve Saint and his family and the Waodani tribe of Ecuador. When Steve's aunt who lived with the tribe dies they ask Steve to come live with them to teach them the ways of God and what they need to know to survive and not be dependent on the outside world. It is a remarkable journey, one that draws you in and makes you want to keeping reading. It is a wonderful story of God's plans being put into work and we come to love Mincaye and the Waodani people too. Steve is a man of faith but even more amazing is his wife and children being in tune with God's call on their lives and being willing to go where God leads them, leaving the modern world and all its conveniences behind. Praise God for this man and his family.
    I found this book both interesting and challenging. By that I mean it makes me look at how I live my life, could I forgive like Steve has and then follow God's calling to live with these same people in the jungle. I would hope I could, this book makes you think about this.
    I really enjoyed this book, and I hope everyone will take the time to read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    PLEASE READ!!!!!

    Steve is my friends gpa

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2012

    highly recommend

    If you want to read a story on true forgiveness, this is it. Our Pastor even used this book as a theme for one of our sermons. It is fantastic!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2012

    Not your typical missionary book!

    Captivating reading! Not only was the story of Steve Saint's personal tragedies and triumphs riveting, but it gave me pause to consider why I do the things I do. It is a compelling story, for sure, but more than that it gives you a window into your own soul, your own motivations, your own legacy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2011

    Absolutely amazing story of how tragedy can inspire people to overcome obstacles and to help others. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading about spirituality, other cultures, underdogs against impossible odds, and nonfiction that is so unbelievable it must be true.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2011

    Very spiritual

    I give this book 5 stars even though i haven't finished it yet.just how God worked through Steve is remarkable.i'm currently reading chapter 10,and so far it's been a story about forgiveness and God's providence.i'm only12 yaers old and i found this non-fiction book extremely well written.

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