■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 26) - "Drone Attack" / "Night in the Forest" - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 26)

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.)

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Chapter Twenty-Six

PART 26: “Drone Attack / Night in the Forest”

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“Drone Attack”

In a Norwegian forest, a quad-rotor drone, remotely controlled by a supercomputer in a Norwegian military base, was hovering in the air just 14 yards away from a group of five Christians. This unmanned vehicle was roughly the size of a medium-sized dining room table. An automatic, large-caliber, rotating gun, called a rotary autocannon, was mounted under its belly.

Having just located and identified the Christians, using advanced heat sensors and cameras, the vehicle had been authorized by its human commanders to kill. Within seconds of locating the group of five, the drone’s rotary autocannon whirred into action, spraying a withering stream of bullets as the drone began panning its autocannon toward them.

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“BURRR…!” The roar of the drone’s autocannon filled the forest air as a wall of bullets erupted from the gun muzzle and slashed through branches and twigs just inches from Karl’s head. A split second later, bullets flew in his direction. There was no natural way they would not kill him. And, there was no time for a prayer.

But, the bullets miraculously fell to the ground, defying physics, as they suddenly slowed to a crawl, in mid-flight, and dropped straight down, bouncing on the forest floor. None of them hit Karl or any of his friends. The autocannon made another sweep, but the same results followed: the bullets again slowed to a stop, in mid-flight, and fell to the ground a few feet away from their targets.

“BURRR…!” The drone continued panning back and forth with its gun blazing, sending streams of armor-piercing bullets toward the people, but the only impact they had was the puncturing of trees and the ripping up of small branches.

One younger spruce tree was cut in half by the spray of metal, and came crashing down to the forest floor just yards from the hikers. Another tree fell backwards, away from the five humans, as its middle was splintered into matchwood. Finally, completely out of bullets, the large quad-rotor drone turned around and flew back the direction from which it had come.

Karl and his friends exhaled and breathed in deeply. They had been instinctively holding their breath and inwardly crying out to Jesus for help. It was hard to believe what they had just seen. Not one bullet had hit them even though the trees behind them had been riddled with bullet holes and were missing several branches, having had them cut to pieces by the rapid gunfire. At least two trees had been felled by the rotary autocannon.

“I can’t believe my eyes, again,” Inga said, gasping. “This is amazing how God protected us.”

“God saved us again,” Toben said. “Praise be to His awesome Name!”

“This is truly a mighty miracle. Praise God!” Elise said, looking up at the sky.

“Yes!” Abdul shouted, jumping up and down. “God saved us! We need not fear anything! He protected us like how He protected Daniel in the lion’s den, in Daniel chapter 6.”

“And,” Karl added, “God protected us like how He kept Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego from being killed or injured by the intense heat while they were in a fiery furnace.”

“Where is that at in the Bible?” Elise said.

“In Daniel chapter 3,” Karl said.

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“Night in the Forest”

The Norwegian forest began to grow dim as the sun lowered toward the west, causing shadows to grow long. Karl approached Toben, who, being 39, was seven years older. The Nigerian’s rucksack was on the ground beside a fallen tree he was sitting on. He screwed the cap on his water bottle and set it down before looking up as Karl approached. The group had been hiking for some miles and was taking another rest break. [Read how this group first entered the story in Part 20.]

“Toben, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Karl said.

“What is it, Karl?” The Nigerian said, brushing some dirt off a portion of the tree trunk near him.

Karl sat down beside him and grunting as he removed his rucksack. Once the pack was off, he set it on the ground and cleared his throat.

“Would you like to pray with me about something?” Karl said.

“Certainly. What’s on your mind?” Toben said.

“I’ve been thinking that it would be good if we could meet up with another group of Christians,” Karl said, looking at his friend.

“I’ve also been thinking about my wife in Nigeria,” Toben said. “She’s a Muslim. I told her what Jesus has done for me and all the good changes He’s made in my life, but she absolutely refused to think that she needed to be saved through Jesus Christ. It was she and my father-in-law who tried to persuade me to return to Islam.”

“That is hard,” Karl said.

“You know,” Toben said, “my brother-in-law threatened to kill me if I did not renounce my faith in Jesus by that same month, which was June. That is when I fled for Europe. I sold what I could and fled. But, now I am thinking about my wife. I would like for her to become a Christian and join us, but I don’t think she would want to travel so far north. It is much colder here than she is used to.”

“Let’s pray for her, then,” Karl said after a pause.

“Could I join in?” Abdul said as he approached them. Behind him, the two women were talking as they sat on a boulder several yards away.

“Absolutely,” Karl said.

After Abdul was seated beside him, Toben began praying for his brother-in-law, his wife, and his relatives. Then, Karl requested of God that they could meet more people in the wilderness. Next, Abdul interceded for his family, who lived in a refugee center in the Middle East.

Seeing the men praying, Inga and Elise left their boulder and joined the prayer time. Once they had the opportunity, Inga and then Elise prayed for their families and friends back in Oslo and in neighboring towns. Elise also prayed that her husband, Felix, would return back to fellowship with God, and would repent from turning in Karl.

They sang some praise songs to God, as a group. Then, Karl said, “We should set up camp here since the sun is going down.”

“Good idea,” Abdul said.

Soon, the group began unloading their personal backpacking tents and setting them up. Karl cleared some grass from a small patch of land, and pulled it out until he had a circle of dirt. Then, he left the others to gather dry sticks, twigs, and pine needles from the forest. Once he had collected several bundles of kindling, he pulled out a small box of waterproof matches and lit up a nest-like stack of pine needles, which was stuffed under a small tepee-like arrangement of thin sticks.

An orange fire quickly spread through the “nest,” licking up the needles with orange, flickering tongues. As the flames spread upwards, they lit up the sticks quickly, causing them to pop and crackle.

Toben approached the fire with some slightly larger sticks and arranged them in a tepee fashion around the burning pine needles and twigs.

Abdul watched the Nigerian add the larger sticks to the fire.

“I lived in urban areas all my life and never cooked over an open fire,” Abdul said. “Is it tricky to make a good fire?”

“It takes a little practice,” Toben said as he turned his attention to the young Syrian man.

“But, it really isn’t hard to make,” Toben added. “I use to make fires when I was a little boy in Nigeria. We cooked in a brick oven. We were fairly poor and didn’t have much until my dad got a good-paying job in Abuja, when I was 10. We then moved to Abuja, the capital, and lived in a decent, three-bedroom apartment. Sometimes, for fun, we would have barbecues, and my dad would often let me build the fire.”

“Did you have to collect the wood when you were young?” Abdul said.

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“Yes,” Toben said, smiling as he thought of his past. “My brother, my sister, and I would have to go out and find anything that was combustible. We sometimes found old planks from wooden pallets or pieces of wood scraps left lying around.” [Read more about Toben Nenge’s background at this link.]

In a short time, the fire was large enough to heat up the canned food Karl had brought in his pack. He reached in and retrieved some canned meat, canned vegetables, and cooking implements. A couple minutes later, a small cooking pot, with a collapsible handle, rested atop some rocks in the fire. Inside it, canned soup and meat simmered.

The sky was getting darker as the sun moved closer to the horizon, the orange hues in the clouds faded away, and the woodland grew more mysterious with the approaching night. The fire snapped and popped as it consumed its fuel, while the friends, gathered around it, shared personal memories of their childhoods and lives prior to the Russian conquest of Europe. [Read more about the important characters’ backgrounds at this link.]

“My dad was an excellent cook,” Inga said. “He always prepared ravioli, pizza, and pasta dishes on Sunday evenings. He was a chef at heart, and my friends liked coming over for supper when my dad cooked.”

A snapping sound suddenly came from the forest a few yards away, and a beam of bluish LED light swept side to side as someone slowly approached their campfire. Elise blinked a few times and gulped before she pointed in the direction of the sounds and said, “Inga, someone’s coming.”

Inga stopped talking and listened intensely to the surrounding forest. She heard the snapping sounds too.

Karl began praying. He knew there was nothing he could physically do if the person approaching them was a soldier. But, Karl knew prayer worked.

Some bushes stirred and parted, and a man carrying a flashlight came into view. He appeared to be Middle-Eastern and in his thirties. He had a short, dark beard and a light, hooded, blue jacket, with the hood down, resting on his shoulders. He wore jeans and hiking boots. The man seemed genuinely surprised to see people. He was just as surprised as Karl and his friends were to see him.

“Who are you?” Abdul said.

“I’m Musa,” the man said. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re backpacking in these woods,” Abdul said.

“So am I,” Musa replied as he stepped forward and looked at others with concern and fear in his eyes.

“May I ask why you people are camping here?” Musa said. “Do you realize that just a few hours ago, the government of Norway has put up notices along the road, several miles back, saying that any unauthorized civilian seen in these woods will be given seven years of prison time and a fine of 300,000 rubles?”

“No, I didn’t realize that. That must have been very recent,” Abdul said.

“Why are you here, sir? If you saw those notices, what motivated you to come out here?” Karl said approaching the man, feeling peace returning to his soul.

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“I am escaping from the authorities. I stole 150,000 rubles* two weeks ago, and the police have been hot on my trail. I stole the money and fled because I could not bear living in Norway any longer, and I had no other way of getting that money together. Allah will forgive me since I only stole because I had to. My family is back there,” Musa said, turning his head to face the direction he had come from. [* That would be about $5,000 U.S. dollars, in today’s money.]

‘That is a lot of money,’ Karl thought to himself. ‘This man needs to meet Jesus to change his heart and make it new.’

“So, why are you here?” Musa said.

“We are here because we are being persecuted for the sake of our faith, and because the authorities are seeking to put us in prison,” Karl said.

“What is your faith?” Musa said.

“We’re disciples of Jesus,” Karl said.

“What? So, you’re all Christians?” Musa said, glancing at Abdul and Toben.

“We are. But, we love Jesus because He first loved us,” Toben said.

“I’m a Muslim, as you may have guessed,” Musa said. “I hope to reach China by sneaking onto freight trains.”

“Why are you interested in China?” Inga said.

Musa turned his attention to her and said, “China is an empire that allows Islam to exist within its western provinces. It has a flourishing economy, and there seem to be more job openings, for my trade, in China than in Russia or Europe.”

“What is your trade?” Inga said.

“I am a welder from Lebanon,” Musa said proudly. “China also is not part of the Russian empire. I think my chances of getting a job in the Russian empire are basically lost.”

“You and your family can stay with us,” Karl said, welcomingly. “Do you have tents?”

“Yes, we bought some equipment,” Musa said.

“We’ll help you get your stuff set up here,” Karl said. “I need to get a flashlight.”

In a short time, Abdul, Karl, Toben, and Musa had passed through the forest to a campsite just eighty yards from Karl’s tent. By the light of LED flashlights, they rolled up two tents. A young, eight-year-old boy did his best to help. His sister, a girl aged 6, picked up a small backpack and filled it with some stuffed toys, clothes, and a story book. Musa’s wife, who wore a hijab, greeted them with a friendly smile, but Karl noticed fear in her eyes. ‘She might be wondering who these men are,’ Karl thought.

Once all their stuff was folded up Karl picked up Musa’s wife’s backpack and the group headed back to Karl’s campsite. When they arrived back at the camp, Elise and Inga were nowhere to be seen, and the fire was put out.

Karl set the Muslim lady’s backpack down and called out: “Inga, Elise, where are you?” His voice echoed through the trees and ferns.

“What’s going on, Karl?” Toben asked.

“I don’t see the ladies anywhere,” Karl said.

“Someone put out the fire,” Karl said. “It appears something is wrong.”

“Karl, find cover. Quick,” Inga voice came from a thick cluster of bushes a short distance away.

Karl hurried over to her and knelt down. He could see that someone was lying down in the bushes, but the deep shadows kept him from identifying Inga.

“Karl,” Inga said from the shadows. “You need to find a hiding place quickly. There is a drone buzzing around here, but it is fairly quiet.”

“Inga,” Karl said, “you remember what God did for us when that drone fired its autocannon at us?”

“Yes, He made the bullets fall to the ground without hitting us,” Inga said.

“So, God will protect us from this new drone too, won’t He?” Karl said.

“You sure have strong faith in God’s power. I wish I had that faith,” Inga said from the shadows.

“You can have that faith,” Karl said, “by just simply making the choice to believe God over how you feel. And, you will see God work powerfully. Faith is really just a choice. It is not a feeling.”

“So, you’re saying that faith has nothing to do with having a feeling that you have faith?” Inga said.

“Faith is a decision to trust God over how you feel,” Karl said without any hesitation.

A buzzing sound reached Karl’s ears and he looked up. Turning around, he noticed a dark object blotting out part of the early night sky. Stars were just starting to appear but the moon had not risen above the horizon yet. The drone was now approaching Karl and his friends with the certainty of having spotted its targets. It was in the air 280 yards away.

“Everyone, get down! A drone is coming!” Elise shouted from another bush a few yards away.

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[Footnote: The Chinese are not the enemy, neither are the Russians. 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.]

EXCERPT from Part 27 ("Flying Menace" / "Medvedski"):

 "... A rotary autocannon on the belly of the drone locked its sights on Karl. In two seconds from then, it would light up the night with bright bursts of deadly heavy machine gun fire. But just then, ..." (Read all of Part 27.)