It was the mid-1990’s, I was in my late 20’s, I was single, and I was living in one of the most beautiful cities on earth – Charleston, South Carolina. Emboldened, I turned and sat down across from Elisabeth Elliot, and launched into my hastily prepared, mostly unrehearsed speech. Elliot, you have helped so many people through the years with your words and your writing, including me.
Elliot, and while we waited, I commented that everyone seemed to be talking to Elisabeth Eliot very earnestly, pouring out their hearts, sharing deep things in their brief two or three minute audience. I figured I had about five minutes until it would be my turn. “It’ll thrill her to hear something different.” As I inched my way towards my moment with modern evangelical destiny, I began to get nervous. I tucked Kermit into the shirt pocket of my blue Oxford and wiped my now-sweaty hands on my pants. And then, too soon – much too soon – it was my turn. She looked at me expectantly from her seat at the small, round, wooden table, ready to hear what I had to say. Elliot, and pulled back on the frog’s head to reveal the lemon flavored candy within.This morning, when I read the news that Elisabeth Elliot died, I was sad, but not for her.I was sad for her family and friends, because I know that they will miss her, but I wasn’t sad for Elisabeth Elliot.It was an adult breath mint that he decided to market as an alternative for smoking.Haas Food Manufacturing Corporation of Vienna, Austria, was the first to sell PEZ candies.
Most of the museums your parents dragged you to as a kid were, in hindsight, built around some fundamental themes.