By the end of the first day, John Chau was bargaining with God.
He sat in a wooden fishing boat a few hundred yards offshore of North Sentinel Island, home to about 100 people often called the last uncontacted tribe on earth and to whom the 26-year-old American had come to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ. He’d arrived before dawn and in the 14 hours since had three encounters with the islanders, each more intimate and hostile than the last. Now, as the sun slipped below the horizon, he was “crying a little, wondering if this will be the last sunset I see.”
“Lord let your will be done,” he wrote, hours after his waterproof Bible had stopped an arrow aimed at his chest. “If you want me to get actually shot or even killed with an arrow, then so be it. I think I could be more useful alive though, but to you, God, I give all the glory of whatever happens. I don’t
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