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■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 6) - "The Chase" - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 6)

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 Six

PART 6: The Chase

Wind blew through the trees, sending clouds of snowflakes rushing through the trees and sparkling through the air before the snowflakes vaporized in mid-flight. A group of Christians walked behind the pillar of fire, which resembled a small tornado of spinning flames. The thick snow coating the ground melted directly below the column of fire, in a wide swath, leaving green grass and rocks behind.

The forest was well lit up for many yards in all directions by the awesome spectacle. The Chinese and Asian Christians spoke with each other, laughing, and talking excitedly as they gazed at the miracle before them.

In a few minutes, the forest floor began to get steep, descending toward a narrow canyon. God’s pillar of fire moved down the slope, back and forth, in slow switchbacks and a gradual incline to make the going easier for the people following the spinning flames down the slope.

Burbling and rushing sounds came from the bottom of the canyon. In moments, Steve saw its source. A swift river flowed in cold, eddying torrents, frothing as it splashed around rocks and logs. Steve felt some fear tug at his heart. How were they to get across this freezing river in the middle of winter?

But, the pillar of fire moved on ahead.

“My son,” Abba God said to Steve, “I am with you. I love you very much. You see an obstacle that seems impossible to safely cross, but watch what I will do.”

The pillar of fire came to a stop before the edge of the water and rested, spiraling around and around. Before long, the front part of the group reached the rocky bank and stopped. People in the back of the line stopped chatting with each other and stood still, looking down into what appeared to be a huge, cold obstacle below.

“What are we going to do, Steve?” Sarah said, worried. She stood behind him a few paces.

“Go ahead, My son, and speak,” Abba God’s gentle voice spoke to Steve’s spirit. “I will give you the words to tell this group.”

“Yes, Father God,” Steve said.

“Steve?” Sarah said.

“God has shown me something, Sarah,” Steve told his wife.

Then, he called out to the whole group in a loud voice. “We have come to a huge obstacle that is humanly impossible to safely pass over, but Our Father God has spoken to me and shown me to watch what He will do.”

Suddenly, rustling sounds came from the bushes higher up the canyon and bright flashlights shined through the forest. The beams swept over the trees until they rested on the group of Christians below. Several Christian women covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming. Others gasped.

“Soldiers! We’re trapped!” a man near Steve exclaimed, daring to speak above a whisper.

Helmeted men carrying bullpup light machine guns appeared in the light of the fire tornado. They paused for several seconds as they beheld the spectacle below. Then, a man came through the trees and pointed excitedly toward the group of Christians in the canyon below.

“Kill those people!” he shouted into his helmet microphone. “They are Christians.”

“Commander,” a soldier with a scar near his right eyebrow said, “what about that tornado of fire?”

The commander hardened his features and snapped, “I gave you an order. Kill the Christians! We don’t have the resources to arrest them. So, kill them. Now!”

The soldier nearest him hesitated, but a burst of machine gun fire erupted from the woods twenty feet from him.

Muzzle fire flashed from several machine guns in orange bursts, sending hundreds of rounds toward the innocent people below. 

Steve watched in shock as he witnessed the orange bursts flash from the forest above, followed immediately by the loud ‘burp’ of machine gun fire. Unless a miracle happened, no one would make it out of the canyon alive.

Sarah and many women screamed. Men cried out in terror. But, none of the people fell over. No bullets struck their targets.

The commander spoke in his two-way radio helmet microphone and ordered the men to sneak up on the Christians. ‘My men are good shots,’ he thought. ‘I don’t understand how they missed their targets. Now, there will be no escape for those troublesome Christians.’ (See "Footnote").

Suddenly, the river began parting before the pillar of fire as it moved forward into the water. The miracle stunned many of the soldiers, who stopped their movement and gazed at the sight below. Some dropped their rifles, surprised, as they gazed, dumbfounded, at the river parting into two halves. One half drained away downriver.

The Christians were moving out, walking behind the pillar of fire on dry riverbed. A wall of water, ten feet high, rose up on one side of them. Every second that passed, the wall of water somehow remained ten feet high, even though it should have continued to grow in height with water descending from upstream. The other side of the river was washing downstream, leaving the riverbed exposed. Some fish were flopping on the round rocks downstream.

A few Christians ignored the soldiers up the hill behind them and hurried over to pick up the fish. It was an easy catch.

“Kill them,” the commander shouted to his troops again. This time, he cued his helmet mike.

“Sir, I, I can’t understand what is happening,” said the soldier with the scar above his right eye. “What we’re seeing is impossible. How can we shoot these people?”

The commander pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the soldier. “If you don’t obey my order this moment, I will shoot you in the shoulder. Then, I will shoot you in the other shoulder.”

The soldier trembled and lifted his gun to a firing position, aiming toward the Christians below.

“Now, kill them!” the commander shouted.

Machine guns erupted to the left and right, blasting hundreds of rounds toward the Christians as they walked across the riverbed. But, none of the shells were hitting their marks, even though the soldiers were now a short distance from the river bank.

“Use your grenades!” the commander roared into his helmet mike.

Several grenades flew through the air, but they landed and bounced off the smooth river rocks, without exploding. If they had thrown mere sticks, the effect would have been the same.

The commander cued his helmet mike again and screamed, with spittle flying from his lips, “Kill them! Don’t let them escape.”

He drew a knife from a sheath and ran toward the retreating Christians that were now close to the other bank of the river. A dozen soldiers followed, drawing their combat knives. A Christian lady, looking back, screamed, seeing the soldiers with drawn blades.

The commander was so intent on killing the Christians, that he didn’t notice that the soldier with the scar above his eye had still not pulled his trigger, and had not budged from his spot. The gun was lying on the ground and he was staring in shock at the strange sight before him. His machine gun was still on the safety mode.

His commander rushed toward a Christian trailing behind the main group. The drawn knife blade was only ten yards from a woman carrying a three-year-old boy. In moments, he would cover that distance and have another victim.

But, an invisible object slammed into his body and knocked him to the ground. The knife fell to the rocks, and bounced before it dropped into a gap between two large river stones. He stood up and cursed. Then, he pulled out his pistol to aim it at the woman’s back. His finger lined up on the trigger, as he had her in his sights, and he fired. Blam!

He knew he was a good pistol shot. He never missed his target. The shot had been perfectly lined up. ‘The woman will drop down dead before my eyes,’ he thought. But, she didn’t. She continued walking quickly, holding her little one, who strangely seemed peaceful.

The man fired several more rounds, but none of them hit their target. Snatching a rock from the riverbed, the commander ran forward, seeking to kill the Christians any way he could, but he didn’t seemed to notice soldiers to his left firing their machine guns and not hitting any of their targets, even at close range. Then, he tripped on something and fell to the ground. He bruised his knee, but he picked himself up and cursed. The lady was now on the bank of the river and was heading into the forest. The other Christians were already disappearing into the trees.

He turned to either side and noticed that his men were also fallen to the ground, rubbing their knees and shins. Many cursed and gritted their teeth. One had fallen into a boulder and had lost consciousness.

“What are you doing?” the commander shouted. “Kill them. Chase them down!”

“Sir, look!” a soldier shouted, pointing to the water wall upstream.

The wall of water was shaking and trembling. Suddenly, it roared forward like water rushing through a bursting dam. The flood of water slammed into the shocked soldiers, instantly shoving them into the boulders, knocking them unconscious, and breaking some bones. Unconscious and underwater, many drowned and their bodies washed downstream. But, some survived and pulled themselves to the shore hundreds of feet downstream.

Freezing and dripping with icy-cold water, the survivors stared at the river, thinking about the miracles they had just witnessed. Their machine guns had not injured any of the people fleeing from them. The river had miraculously parted for the escaping Christians, and then collapsed in on the pursuers. The grenades, which were all live and ready to explode, behaved as if they were all duds. These survivors were amazed.

Hundreds of feet away, the Chinese soldier, who had refused to shoot the Christians, took his helmet off, knelt on the snow, and looked up to the stars above. “God,” he said, “you do exist. I once thought you didn’t. I want what those Christians have. I want their Savior to save me. I don’t want my old life anymore. I want what they have. I heard one of their people tell me the Gospel three years ago. I thought he was crazy. But, now I know he isn’t. Now, I want my sins forgiven. Please save me through Jesus and His blood. I believe He died for me and rose from the dead. Take me and make me your child.”

“My son, Shang,” God’s still small voice spoke to his spirit and soul, “I am with you. I have heard your prayer. You are now my son through the adoption of Jesus Christ and through His precious blood. You must now go to the edge of the river and wait. You will see My mighty power at work.”

“This really is you, God,” Shang said. “I’ll do that.”

Shang stood up and picked up his bullpup machine gun and helmet. He put on the helmet and carried the bullpup more out of habit than out of a desire for protection. Reaching the river bank, he waited. No other soldiers were around. Some had remained on the hill. But, those ones had retreated back through the forest, probably afraid of the fiery pillar. A number of soldiers had pursued the Christians through the river, only to die from drowning when it collapsed and washed them away.

Suddenly, a gurgling sound came from the river. Then, one side mounted up as the river again split in two. The downstream water fled away, leaving bare a riverbed. It was Shang’s turn to cross the river and see if he could meet up with the other Christians.


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[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.]


... Tree tops ruffled and tossed in the powerful blast of air from the thumping rotors of a dark-green Changhe Z-18 transport helicopter, which was descending toward a clearing. The side door near the cockpit flew open when the helicopter was just twenty-five feet from the ground. A canvas bag containing one end of a black rope dropped from the door. Then, a soldier equipped with a light backpack and a machine gun, slung over his shoulder, squeezed the line with his hands and feet, and descended the rope quickly. He was followed by other soldiers. ...

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