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■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 4) - "Blizzard" - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 4)

Steven’s Amazing Adventures,
and the Future of the World

(A Story about the End Times 
with Messages from God)

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(This story chronicles the adventures of Steven O'Neill, his wife Sarah, and their friends during the End Times. Judgment has already struck the U.S., and Steve and his friends have reached the vast continent of Asia. Witness the amazing things God will reveal about the coming kingdom of the Beast (or the Antichrist), the Mark of the Beast, and the Tribulation period. This story should keep you fascinated, as a realistic account of the future unfolds in the form of a fictional story.

But, this story is not just a story. It contains messages from God and prophecies that actually shall happen. It is written as fiction with fictional characters, but the message of the story is very real, and the cataclysmic events, touched on in this story, will actually impact this earth as God’s Holy Bible and its prophecies unfold. The world will soon enter a time much like that portrayed in this story. I encourage you to seek God about this to see what He will show you.)


Chapter Four

PART 4: “Blizzard”

Snow flurries swirled around the man as he trudged through the thick powder. He could barely see twenty yards in front of him. His breath came out in small clouds as he walked, one foot in front of the other. The temperature was dropping and the snow was getting deeper, centimeter by centimeter. In a short time, it would be several inches deeper than it was when he first started off on his trek. He needed to find a place to stay and to warm himself up at, but he seemed to be a long way from any village. His feet felt numb, which was a bad sign. Frostbite might set in if he didn’t get his feet warmed soon.

(This section takes place in Russia.)
The moon shone through the pine trees and provided some light to his path in the mostly dark woods. It felt like he had been walking through the forest for days, but it had really only been three hours since his car got stuck in the deep snow. His cell phone battery had died and he had no way to charge it. He knew that waiting in the car was not an option because his gas tank was very low on fuel. To make matters worse, a dead tree had fallen over the road, in front of the car, blocking his way. He had not come prepared for a snow storm.

After a few more minutes of walking, the man suddenly plunged up to the waist in snow. He must have reached the ditch at the edge of the road. There was so much snow that he couldn’t tell where the road ended and the forest began. The man had just stepped into a deep patch of snow that had filled up a depression in the ground. He cursed himself for leaving his car and he cursed God, blaming Him for the snow storm. Now, he had to struggle just to pull himself out of the deep snow, but he was starting to feel exhausted from the long walk through deepening snow.

Crawling and kicking, he finally pulled himself out of the hole, but found he was too exhausted to keep walking. Lying on the ground, he cursed his “misfortune” again and slowly breathed. If he stayed out too long in the cold, without moving, he knew he would freeze to death. But, tiredness was starting to overcome him.

Suddenly, a loud, throaty buzzing sound came from the forest road. A light appeared in the distance, casting shadows through the trees dozens of yards away. Then, a green object appeared, racing across the snow. It was a snowmobile. The man picked himself up and, with every ounce of strength he could muster, he waved frantically and shouted.

The snowmobile slowed to a stop and the engine idled, put-putting away. The driver got off and pulled a flashlight from a pocket. He shined it on the exhausted man, keeping the brightest part of the beam away from his face. Then, he reached out a hand.

“Come with me,” the snowmobile driver said, extending his hand to pat the other man on the shoulder.

“My car got stuck down the road,” the exhausted man said. “A tree fell down. I’m freezing. Could you help me?”

“I certainly will,” Sergey said, lifting up his ski goggles. He walked to the back of the machine and opened a tool box. Drawing a folded coat from it, Sergey gave it to the other man, who gratefully took it and put it on over his own coat. Sergey handed him a thermos filled with warm water. After the man was somewhat refreshed, they both mounted the vehicle. Sergey grabbed the handlebar and sent the snowmobile roaring off down the road. 

The trees seemed to zip past like a rolling backdrop. Every so often, the snowmobile bumped over small snow drifts and the passenger gripped some handles tighter to keep from falling off. Ten miles later, the forest opened into a large clearing where the village of Medvedski rested. Smoke from hundreds of chimneys rose into the air like the breath of a dragon and blew away on the wind, while the blizzard piled the steep roofs with heaps of white powder. Soon, the snowmobile was buzzing down the snow-covered streets and approaching Sergey’s two-story izba cabin.

Sergey pulled into an opened shed behind his house and parked beside a blue snowmobile. Then, he clicked his flashlight on in the dark shed. He helped the poor man up to the side entrance of his house. Once inside, Sergey filled a metal basin with very warm water and had the man take his shoes off. The wood stove door creaked open and Sergey plopped a couple more logs onto the fire.

God had woken him from sleep to go on an errand in the midst of a snow storm. Sergey had been reluctant, but he knew God’s voice and wanted to obey his Heavenly Father. He had left the izba dwelling less than thirty minutes ago, while all his guests were in their upstairs rooms. Seeing the man in need, he was glad God had him do the errand. The man had looked like he was about to freeze to death.

“Excuse me, sir,” the man said from the couch where he rested and warmed his cold feet.

“Yes,” Sergey said.

“I am very grateful for your hospitality. My name is Nikita Golovin. And, yours?”

“I’m Sergey Ulanov,” Sergey said, extending a hand and Nikita shook it.

“Why did you drive out into the forest on a snowmobile?” Nikita asked. “It seemed as if you somehow knew I was out there.”

“I did not know you were out there,” Sergey said, “but God woke me from sleep and told me to drive out into the forest on my snowmobile. He said that my help was needed.”

“You said God told you to do that errand?” Nikita blinked several times, thinking about what his host had just said.

After a few seconds passed, Nikita looked at Sergey as if he were looking at someone who had just told him the world was about to end.

“Yes,” Sergey said. “My Heavenly Father cares greatly about you, Nikita. That is why He sent me to rescue you. I had no way of knowing you’d be out there this time of night.”

“You are a very kind man,” Nikita said with tears starting to run down his face. “I was sure I was about to freeze to death out there, but you followed your God’s voice and found me.”

“I don’t feel that I am worthy of being saved,” Nikita said, wiping tears from his eyes. “I was unfaithful to my wife while we were married. I had a child out of wedlock and had another aborted. I’ve slandered my wife behind her back and blamed her for my problems. I even stole from my boss when he wasn’t looking. I’m a terrible person. Why would God have you rescue me?”

Sergey replied: “God has no respect to persons, it says in the book of Romans chapter 2, verse 11. He doesn’t value one person more than another. The second epistle of Peter, chapter 3, verse 9, says that God is “… not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.

“I’ve heard the Gospel before,” Nikita said. “Some years ago, during the ‘90s, a Christian was street preaching and handing out tracts. I took one and kept it with me ever since, but I never took it to heart, until now. I want Jesus to save me. There is no point in going on. Earlier, I was looking forward to when the pub would open to get myself drunk silly. But, now I want to get filled with Jesus. May I pray?”

“Of course,” Sergey said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll pray for you while you pray.”

“Dear Jesus Christ,” Nikita said, “accept me, this poor sinner, as your son. I have really made a mess of my life. These sins… wash them away by your blood. I ask you to wash me in your blood, and I believe you died for Me and rose from the dead, like your Word says. You are the only true God and the only One who could save me from my many sins. I make you my Lord and Savior, Jesus. Amen.”*

[* To learn more about being saved, click here.]

“Amen, brother,” Sergey said, smiling, “You are now part of the family of God, and you are my new brother in Christ.”

Nikita opened his eyes and looked up, and a smile slowly spread across his haggard face. Stubble covered his chin, and his dark hair dripped with melting snow. His eyes were somewhat red from lack of sleep. But, Nikita appeared to be full of joy and peace he had never felt before. Suddenly, he pulled his feet from the warm water and splashed droplets of water over the wood floor. He jumped up and down and clapped his hands together, shouting, “Praise God! I’m saved! I’m saved! I’m saved!”

Sergey stood, concerned that his new guest might awake the others sleeping in the bedrooms upstairs. But, he felt God’s guidance to just let Nikita be. The ecstatic man was jumping up and down and singing bits of a hymn he had heard somewhere. Sergey waited to see if anyone would descend the stairs to see his new guest. Finally, Nikita calmed down and plopped down on Sergey’s only couch. A big grin crossed his face the look of a man who had just learned he was given a billion dollars. But, Nikita had gained something infinitely greater, and Sergey understood the joy he felt.

While their backs were turned to the stairway, a man clutched the railing and watched the Christians below. Vasily Volvakov had heard the noise from his room because he was a light sleeper and had gone to investigate. While Sergey and Nikita talked, Vasily slowly ascended the steps to the second story and made a mental note of the events below. In the upstairs hallway, he pulled out his cell phone and began composing a text message.

The text read: “Alexander, I have just witnessed another person in Sergey Ulanov’s home, in Medvedski, joining that non-conformist Christian’s cult. Action must be taken soon to put a stop to this radicalization of our people.”

Vasily walked back to his room that he shared with another single man, who slept on the only bed in the small room. Vasily plopped down on a sleeping bag and pulled some blankets over himself. Some hours later, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

Waking from sleep, he moaned and sat up. Wiping his eyelids, Vasily blinked a few times before checking his cell phone. He could see that there was a new text message. It read in part: “Sergey, a team will be assembled and … ” His eyes scanned over the message and a grin spread across his drawn face.


“A Walk in the Night”

A tangled web of bushes, boulders, and trees spread out in all directions, and the moonlit night sky hung above. The group of Asian Christians and four Caucasians found themselves surrounded by a dark and eerie woodland that presented all sorts of hiding places for enemy soldiers to watch and wait for their arrival. The group would be totally lost and easy prey for the roving eyes of Chinese soldiers had it not been for God’s presence and angels. And, the forest was so dark and dense that navigating it at nighttime would be impossible without a bright light, but no one in the group had a bright enough flashlight. Most of their batteries were running very low on charge. But, a miracle had happened shortly after Steve and the rest of the group awoke from sleep in the middle of the night.

(This section takes place in eastern Eurasia.)
A rushing sound, like a light breeze, came from the forest near where the burning bush grew. The fire mysteriously had lifted off the bush, leaving it untouched, and had miraculously turned into a whirling shaft of flames, like a miniature tornado, before their eyes. It was about thirty feet tall and produced plenty of light for the group to see up to thirty or forty feet into the dark forest, depending on its density.

God had spoken to Steve and to several of the Chinese men that they needed to follow the pillar of fire because that was God’s light source for them at nighttime. God had also instructed them to pack up their tents, but leave them behind because God had told the people that He would translate the tents and gear, so that they would not have to carry those cumbersome loads with them.

Now, some miles had passed since they had left the encampment with most of their stuff behind. Steve was amazed to see the pillar of fire, or tornado of fire, not set any tree on fire, even though branches and twigs passed through its spiraling flames. Steve realized that God did not intend to burn the forest down. God was just providing light for the group, like the light source He had provided for ancient Israel when they traveled through the wilderness of Mount Sinai in north-western Arabia.

“Steve,” Sarah said.

“Yes, honey?” Steve said, looking at his wife, who walked beside him.

The yellow light from the swirling flames cast a long shadow behind her, which leapt over boulders and logs.

“This is truly amazing what we’ve been seeing. I was thinking about the account in Exodus where the children of Israel saw a pillar of fire at night and a pillar of cloud during the day.”

“I was thinking of the same thing,” Steve said. “It truly is amazing what God has been doing for us since we started this journey, even before we were translated to Asia. You were wondering how God would get us out of America, but He surprised you when He told you that He would translate you by way of angels.”

“He sure did,” Sara said. “I was totally bewildered when we vanished from the Cincinnati, Ohio area and appeared in Asia. Whenever I read about Philip in Acts chapter 8, I found it difficult to fully grasp that he had been quickly moved away from the desert, where he had just baptized the Ethiopian eunuch, and had been translated somewhere else. But, after my own experience, I began to accept what was truly humanly impossible as common and ordinary.”

“But,” Steve said, “it is tragic that the people in our area didn’t listen to our warnings and pleadings. We told them that judgment was coming because of America’s great rebellion against God, but no one seemed to listen. Most people just ignored us and continued doing what they had always been doing, living life and seeking after their own will, instead of Abba God’s will, which is always good and is always fulfilling.”

Sarah nodded, sighing. “I left behind all my relatives and friends because they just didn’t want to see things the way they were. They always said that I was just naïve and foolish to get married to you and leave my job at the clinic. But, they didn’t even want to admit that the economy was collapsing, and that war with Russia was becoming more and more likely, from the perspective of the secular world. God had already told us these things would happen.”

“That is right,” Steve said, pursing his lips. “I feel bad every time I think of the people who just didn’t listen to us, who just wanted to act like things would improve. But, they didn’t. Things got worse. Eventually, America struck Russia to provoke its wrath. Then, you know the rest.”

Sarah nodded, frowning. “I just wish they had listened to the signs of judgment and our warnings. But, they preferred to trust in themselves, which is what led to their tragic end.”

“Excuse me,” a lady’s voice said from behind them.

The couple turned to see Mi-yeon, the Korean lady they had met earlier. Her husband was approaching from behind.

“Mi-yeon,” Sarah said.

“I happened to overhear your conversation,” Mi-yeon said. “You reminded me of how I had encountered similar opposition and ambivalence among my friends and family.”

“You did too?” Sarah said.

“Yes,” Mi-yeon said. “They seemed to have no concern about what I was concerned about. I saw South Korea’s economy hitting hard times and the shaky situation in the North. I warned them, but they said that the North would never dare invade the South, especially since the U.S. was helping to protect South Korea.”

Sung-woo, her husband, approached and greeted them with a brief ‘hello.’ Steve and Sarah echoed the greeting and returned their attention to his wife.

Mi-yeon continued, saying, “But, when your country was struck by nukes, its military was knocked down, and the South became very chaotic. People fought to get a hold of extra canned goods and freeze-dry food. People looked very worried everywhere I went. At that time, martial law was declared, and the government prevented anyone from leaving the country. Then, the Lord showed my husband and me that we were to meet someone who would help us to escape and reach a place of safety.” [See "Footnote"].

“Mind if I join in?” Sung-woo asked his wife.

“No. Go ahead,” Mi-yeon said.

 “After we escaped Korea and arrived in China,” Sung-woo said, “we had to trust the Lord to get us through China and up to the northern parts of that country. Along the way, soldiers stopped us to ask for our identification, and to ask us about ourselves, but God gave us the exact words to say, and kept them from even recognizing that we were not Chinese.”

“You didn’t lie to them, did you?” Sarah asked.

“Oh no,” Mi-yeon said, shaking her head. “No. God would not bless us for lying. No. When the police or soldiers would ask us for our identification, we looked to God what to say. He would put on our hearts to say that our citizenship was in Heaven. The police would nod and ask where we were headed. God had us tell them that we were on a journey to Heaven, because we really are.”

Steve and Sarah looked at each other, amazed.

“That is what it means to be a Christian,” Mi-yeon said. “We walk the narrow way to Heaven, trusting in Jesus all the way, and not in our own works. We were telling them the truth.”

“I, I know you were telling the truth, but the soldiers just accepted your answers? They didn’t detain you?” Steve said, blinking several times.

“No,” Sung-woo said, chuckling. “The police didn’t seem to understand that we were Korean Christians who were passing through their country. They just let us move on.”

“That is amazing,” Sarah said, shaking her head in awe of God’s power and wisdom.

“It gets even better,” Sung-woo said. “We heard God tell us to take a train bound for the north. So, we did, even though we had no money.”

“How did that work out? No money. Was that a high-speed train?” Steve asked.

“It was one of the mag-lev trains,” Sung-woo said. “When we got to the station, we got in line to buy tickets, trusting God to provide the money somehow. A man directly in front of us purchased three tickets. He handed two to my wife and me, saying that he wanted to do something nice for people. He appeared to be a wealthy businessman or something like that. He also handed us a good amount of money, telling us that he had once been very poor and wanted to do something to help foreigners out on that particular day.”

“So, he knew you were foreigners,” Sarah said. “But, the soldiers didn’t know that.”

“They might have suspected we were not from that province of China, but I don’t think they knew we were foreigners,” the Korean man replied, grinning.

“So,” Mi-yeon continued the narrative for her husband, “we arrived at a northern city, and God led us to a truck driver who was willing to take us with him up north. We paid him some money, and he took us up to a smaller town.”

“There,” Mi-yeon said, “we were led to some Christians who were hiding from the police. They were going to move out into the wilderness and were getting some backpacks together. They were in need of money, and we had plenty left over from our generous benefactor. We had enough money to buy some backpacks and supplies for ourselves and for some of the Christians in the group. Then, we set out on our expedition.”

“And, all the money had been spent well,” Sung-woo added.

“That is an amazing story you experienced,” Sarah said.

“But, it’s not just a story,” Mi-yeon said, excitedly. “We saw God come through in amazing ways to provide for our needs, since we had no Chinese currency and had left all our money behind, since it would do us no good outside South Korea.”

“I believe you,” Steve said. “It reminds me how Jesus provided for the disciples and the multitudes at the Sea of Galilee by multiplying bread and fish.”

“How so?” Mi-yeon said.

“Well,” Steve said, “the disciples didn’t have enough food for all those thousands of people gathered by the Sea of Galilee. So, Jesus took the loaves and fish and broke them in pieces, but the bread and fish continued to be multiplied so that all the people could eat, be well fed, and have baskets of fragments left over. You did not have enough food or money for your travels in China, but God provided for you all along the way, and gave you extra to help out your fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. He even provided for the soldiers and police to not understand that you were Christians.”

“Amen. We serve an awesome God,” Sung-woo said, turning his attention to the fiery pillar that slowly moved ahead of the group and lit up the forest around them with its supernatural flames.


[Footnote: Russians are not the enemy, neither are the Chinese. Both are people just like you and me. But, God will use Russia and China to judge wicked nations, which will not repent from their rebellion against Him. And, the devil will seek to stir up men to persecute the Church. But, God will deliver all who seek Him and trust in Him.]

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