Journal
November 14, 2018
November 14, 2018
Port
Blair
Well it’s 1450 on Wednesday, November 14, 2018. I’ve been in
a safehouse in Port Blair since returning from Hut Bay, Little Andaman, for the
past eleven days! Bobby and Christian left 5 days ago and it was such an
encouragement to see them. The originally planned date was delayed from the 11th
until tonight due to a cyclone in the Bay of Bengal. Being stuck in the
safehouse meant that I hadn’t seen any full sunlight until today and my nice
tan I had acquired on Little Andaman started to fade, as well as my thickly
calloused feet. The benefit is that I was essentially in quarantine, I stayed
fit by doing 3x of: 20 pushups, 50 leg tucks, 20 wide pushups, 50 side to
sides, and 20 triangle pushups with 20 squats, or varying exercises
incorporating burpees and rubber resistance cords. Much time was spent in
prayer and reading. I met last night with the fishermen who are all believers
and agreed to drop me off. Jonathan won’t be accompanying me, as they will be
at sea doing their regular fishing maneuvers to avoid raising suspicion and
there is a high chance they’d get checked by the Indian Coast Guard. The
meeting went well—I trust them although I’m the only English speaker so there
is quite a language gap; I’m relying on the Holy Spirit to direct us. The
dropzone was pointed out on the map as being a cove on the SW of the Island, and
I depart in 3 or more hours. While in the safehouse, I finished reading a book
about “The Lives of the Three Mrs. Judsons” and today I’m in awe of how GREAT
our God is—the simple obedience of Adoniram, which led to Sarah and George
Boardman going to work with him and reaching the(?) and then the(?) being put
in the Andamans by the British (who failed to be a blessing to the nations and
rejected the commands of Jesus) and now them helping them reach one of the last
(?) on earth…and the various ethnicities and nationalities of all (?): South
Africa, American, Indian, Chinese, etc. God, I thank you for choosing me ,
before I was even yet formed in my mother’s womb, to be your messenger of your
Good News to the People of North Sentinel Island. Even my(?) heritage points to
you—me, an American citizen, and part Chinese and Southeast Asian—thank you
Father for using me, for shaping me and molding me to be your ambassador.
Please continue to keep all of us indeed hidden from the physical and spiritual
forces who desire to keep the people here in darkness. Holy Spirit, please open
the hearts of the tribe to receive me and by receiving me to receive You. May
Your Kingdom, Your Rule and Reign come now to North Sentinel Island. My life, I
in your hands, O Father, into Your Hands I commit my spirit.
The plan is to
linkup with the crew tonight and depart tonight, arriving at the shore(?)
around 0400. From there we make progressive contact with fish as sift(?) over
the next(?) for(?) days and then send me off. Depending on the darkness, I
might (?) briefly at dark and bury a cache—a pelican case for later. We might
even send the kayak(?) laden with gifts toward shore. All in all, this is all
in the hands of You—the King of kings and Lord of lords – His plan will succeed
and I (?) that not my will nor my plan
be done but only His good, pleasing, and perfect will. Forever You, Jesus, are
to be praised.
Soli Deo Gloria!
–John Chau
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