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■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 34) - ◼ “Surprise in the Dark” // ◼ “Gunmen” - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 34)

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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.

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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.)

Miracles will abound and awesome sights will astonish people in these last days.

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ART 34: ◼ “Surprise in the Dark” // ◼ “Gunmen”  


“Surprise in the Dark”

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Dear God, please keep this UTV running for as long as we need it,” Steven O’Neill said as he drove a tracked grey UTV through the snow-covered ground of a dark, untamed forest many miles from the village of Medvedski in Siberia. The fuel indicator on the digital display screen revealed that he had very little fuel left. 

'Could one of the bullets fired at us have hit the fuel tank? Or, does the fuel display have a glitch or an electrical problem?' Steve wondered. He was hoping it was just a glitch because his enemies were still pursuing him with the intention of killing him and those with him.

They were many miles from their destination, which was the town of Gryaznov.* Running out of fuel now was bad because it would mean they would likely have to go on foot through miles of wilderness, which was infested with hungry wolf packs and freezing temperatures. And, the communist Russian military was not far behind.

[* This is a fictional village, but it is a real Russian surname.]

Somewhat resembling a Honda Pioneer UTV, the tracked vehicle pulled a hand-crafted utility trailer, which contained car seats bolted to the bed. Sergey Ulanov had constructed it using his skills as a blacksmith. In the seats sat four people: Sarah O’Neill, Steve’s wife; Alexei Khlebov, a red-bearded Russian; Jason Harper, a clean-shaven American; and Ivan, a mustached Russian who had recently gotten saved.

Guys,” Steve said as he turned back toward the people in the trailer, “we are running very low on fuel or we have an electrical problem. Let’s pray for God to do a miracle. He’s already protected us from the machine guns. So, surely He will continue to take care of us.”

Even while he said those words, Steve felt some fear gripping at his heart.

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Sergey Ulanov, the owner of the tracked utility vehicle (UTV), had been separated from his friends when communist Russian soldiers on snowmobiles had suddenly appeared out of the forest in pursuit of the Christians. Sergey had taken his blue Yamaha Sidewinder snowmobile up a hill, while the UTV with the trailer had driven on level ground through the evergreen woodland. [Read about these events in Chapter 33.]
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(A Honda Pioneer UTV with tracks. Click for source.)
Bushes and trees passed by the UTV on either side as dark and gloomy shapes in the night. Only the headlights of the UTV illuminated their path directly ahead. Without those lights, they would be lost. None of the members of the group had GPS devices due to the fact that the Russians could use it to track their location.

“How much fuel do we have left?” Sarah said with concern on her face, leaning forward. Vapor came out of her mouth in the cold air, which was -20 degrees Fahrenheit.

“Just enough for about a quarter of a mile,” Steve said after making a calculation in his head based on the fuel efficiency of the UTV and based on the amount of fuel left in the tank.

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Russian soldiers on snowmobiles and large tracked trucks had been pursuing Steve, Sergey, and their friends, seeking to either capture or kill them because they had been evangelizing in the town of Medvedski, Russia. In the new Russia, evangelism was illegal and punishable by imprisonment in concentration camps, or death. But, God had miraculously delivered them from the Russians, so far.
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“Sergey has some extra petrol containers fastened to his snowmobile,” Alexei said.

“But, we don’t know where Sergey is,” Steve said as he briefly turned his head back toward the people in the trailer.

“Let’s pray that God leads him here,” Jason said. His normally clean-shaven face was beginning to grow some stubble.

“I hope Sergey’s safe,” Ivan, who was in his mid-forties, said, before brushing some snowflakes from his brown mustache. (A leather ushanka covered his bushy hair and protected part of his face from the cold. Ivan’s ushanka, which somewhat resembled a leather pilot’s hat, and mustache reminded Steven of a World War I fighter pilot.)

Jason began praying earnestly for Sergey to show up. As he did, it began to snow more heavily and the dancing flakes began to cover his fabric ushanka with cold powder.

Put, put, put. The UTV engine suddenly coughed pathetically before it shut off.

The headlights, which had been guiding their path through the woods, dimmed and switched off, leaving them in the dark as snow continued to pile up on their coats, hats, trousers, and gloves.

In the UTV cab, Steven sighed and leaned against the steering wheel as snow swirled in through the open side windows. ‘Is this where we die?’ he thought gloomily. Seeing the falling snow quickly coating their clothes made Steven wonder if they were going to either perish of the cold or die at the hands of the pursuing, communist soldiers.

“My son,” God’s gentle voice spoke to his spirit and soul.

“Yes, Abba Father?” Steve said, looking up.

“I am with you,” Abba God said. “You are not alone. You may feel alone, but you are in My hand of safety. Truly, if you and your friends had sought Me about where to go and when, first of all, you would not have had the Russians pursuing you so close to your tail, but I am here to watch over you, and to provide for you, and to protect you. The Russians are searching for you right now, using night-vision binoculars, scopes, and optics, but I will keep you hid from their eyes. And, I will bring Sergey to you very soon. Pray for Sergey to trust Me and follow My guiding hand. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

“Thank you for that encouragement, Abba Father,” Steve said before lifting up a prayer for Sergey to trust God and follow His guidance. 

Then, he turned back toward the people in the trailer and relayed to them what God had just told him.

“That’s encouraging, Steve,” Sarah said. She could feel peace starting to settle into her soul as she thought about God’s protection. 

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Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from the trees dozens of yards behind them. Then, after a few seconds, dark shapes came into view. Sarah gasped when she realized what they were. Russian snowmobiles were approaching them without their headlights turned on. But, according to what God had shown Steve, they had night vision optics and should be able to see the heat signatures of five people and a very warm snowmobile engine.

“Dear God,” Ivan said anxiously, “protect us from the soldiers and don’t let them see us, like you said you would do. We count on you.”

The buzzing drone of two snowmobile engines grew louder and the white spray of snow could almost be seen behind their dark forms as they raced through the pine trees. Two soldiers occupied each snowmobile. The rearmost soldiers were ready to fire their scope-mounted AK-74M automatic rifles at any time.

Steve felt his heartbeat increase as the machines drew near. Now, they appeared to be only fifty feet away. That was too close for comfort. But, the machines suddenly veered toward the left and zoomed past the parked snowmobile with its trailer. They had kept at least twenty feet between them and the Christians. ‘That is very strange,’ Ivan thought at first. As what had happened sank in, he thought, excitedly, ‘Wait, they didn’t see us. They didn’t see us! God protected us!’

Then, Ivan exclaimed out loud, “The soldiers didn’t see us!”

Right after exclaiming, he stopped himself and gulped. “Oops. I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

“That’s okay, Ivan,” Steve said. “With their loud engines, the soldiers never heard you. Plus, they are now well beyond earshot.”

“Should we start a fire or at least grab some cold food to eat?” Jason said. “I’m feeling a bit hungry.”

“Why not?” Alexei said as he stepped off the trailer, into the snow, and walked toward the rear of the trailer.

Jason reached over to a rucksack strapped to an area of the trailer behind the back car seats. Opening a flap, he reached inside and grabbed a can of soup. As he did, a loud buzzing sound came from the trees to the left. Jason instantly let go and whirled toward the sound. Headlights were coming through the trees and splashing light onto tree trunks and bushes not far from the tracked, grey UTV.

Then, a snowmobile tore through a cluster of bushes and emerged, churning up snow as it approached. It was headed straight toward the small group. Suddenly, it slowed and pulled to a stop just fifteen feet from the Christians. Steve and the others shielded their eyes from the glare of the headlights.

Then, the snowmobile slowly crept forward toward the group. Steve could now see that it was operated by just one man and that it had a blue color pattern different from the white snowmobiles, which the communist soldiers had driven. It was Sergey and his blue Yamaha Sidewinder, Steve realized. Excited to see his friend, Steve walked through the crunchy snow toward the burly, bearded, Russian blacksmith and greeted Sergey as he shut the engine off.

“How did you find us?” Steve asked even though he was certain he knew the answer.

“You do not know what I’ve been through to escape those soldiers,” Sergey said, breathing in deeply, as he pulled an LED flashlight from a pocket in his brown winter coat and clicked it on. “In a nutshell, I found you because God supernaturally protected me and He showed me where to go. Otherwise, I would be lost.”

“It is good to see you, my friend,” Alexei said as he approached.

“Alexei,” Sergey said, “you and your friends are blessed not to have gone through what I just went through.”

“What happened?” Alexei said as he neared the 54-year-old Russian blacksmith.
“I was pursued by two snowmobiles up a wooded hill,” Sergey said, “and the soldiers seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of shooting at me. I was distracted by them until I turned to see that a large tree stump was just feet away from hitting me. I didn’t have time to react.”

All eyes looked his way as he continued to speak.

“I should have been killed as I reached the stump, going 72 kilometers per hour,* but somehow I passed straight through it as if it were made of air,” Sergey said as he held his left hand up vertically and quickly moved his right hand past it to illustrate his true story. “Then, God must have sent His angels to put an impediment between me and the Russians because a large, dead tree suddenly snapped in half and crashed down in front of the Russian snowmobiles, blocking their path so that their only way off the hill was back the way they had come.” [* This speed is about 45 mph.]

“That is amazing,” Jason said, whistling low as he pulled an LED flashlight from a pocket to see better in the darkening forest.

“After leaving the Russians behind,” Sergey said, “I drove along the hill, but I heard more gunshots in the woods below the hill, so I drove away from them to put distance between them and me. I had no idea if someone were shooting at me, or not. Then, I drove a couple miles before I stopped to take a rest, get a drink of water, and some food from my pack, which you see strapped to the end of the Sidewinder.” Sergey indicated his backpack with his gloved hand.

“When the darkness had settled, twenty minutes later, I started up the snowmobile and headed off in the direction God was showing me to go. After driving some time, I was led to go a certain direction, and here I am. So, what happened to you folks?”

Steve related the events that transpired since Sergey was separated from them. As he told the burly Russian about the miraculous protection from a grenade and from machine guns at close range, Sergey let out a low whistle. He gasped when Steve told how a large limb had been snapped off a dead tree and had crashed to the ground directly in front of a communist Russian snowmobile, causing the occupants to be catapulted into snow banks, and the machine to be wrecked.

“God was defending you just as He was me,” Sergey said when the account of the recent, harrowing events was finished.

“I remember Psalm 91,” Alexei said. “Let me get my Bible.”

Alexei ran back to the trailer and reached into his pack to pull out a Bible, which was protected by a zippered case. He removed his gloves and unzipped the Bible case before he flipped through the book. The cold air stung his skin as he quickly worked with the pages. When he came to Psalm 91, Alexei said: “Psalm 91, verses 1 through 6, says:

‘[1] He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 2. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. 3. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. 4. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. 5. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; 6. Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.’”

“Wow,” Jason said. “That is how God defended us. The arrows that were shot at us were bullets. And, God protected us as if we were in a castle or a tank.”

“Amen,” Alexei said in agreement. “We are abiding under Abba Father God’s sheltering wings, and He is protecting us like His Holy Scriptures promise.”

A few moments of quiet passed before Sarah stretched out her left arm and pointed toward the dark trees to the right side of the grey UTV.

“I see something coming toward us through the woods,” Sarah said. “They are dark objects that seem to be slowly moving forward.”

All heads turned toward the direction Sarah indicated and her friends listened closely.

While a light breeze sent snowflakes fluttering through the forest, Steve squinted at the dark shapes of bushes and evergreen trees, which stood out against a dim backdrop of snow-covered ground. Then, he noticed movement. Something that he first took for a rock or a bush had just moved a couple feet. It had been near a cluster of bushes beside a large pine tree. It continued to move slowly. As the moving object got closer, he noticed it had four legs and a tail.

“Is that a wolf?” Steve said, pointing toward the dark object.

Sergey stepped up close to Steve and looked in the direction he pointed.

(Eurasian wolf. Click for source.)
“It is a wolf,” Sergey said tensely after a few moments. “It could be a hungry male wolf. I see others around it. They appear to be on the hunt and we appear to be their target.”

“But, is it true that wolves actually want to kill people?” Sarah said. “I thought wolf attacks were very rare.”

“They are very rare in Europe and in Siberia, but they can sometimes happen,” Sergey said.

“Does anyone have a gun?” Sarah said.

“Guns are outlawed for civilians, in my country, since they turned it back into a communistic empire,” Sergey said. “So, we don’t have guns, but we have prayer.”

Then, a dark figure emerged from the shadows and a large, male Eurasian wolf came into view in their bluish flashlight beams. It had thick, tawny* fur and a white mouth, which was filled with sharp teeth and strong jaws. Soon, other wolves appeared in the LED light. Something in their faces looked unnatural and evil to Steve as he watched them slowly approach.

He didn’t have time to think much about it because several wolves suddenly broke off from the pack and suddenly charged toward him, with a demonic glare in their eyes. With feet rapidly pounding the crunchy snow, their sharp teeth were bared and ready to kill. There was no time to think. In moments, they would be on top of Steve and his friends, and the humans could not outrun them.

[* Tawny fur has a light brown or brownish-orange color.]



Mark Mzembi, a 32-year-old Zimbabwean, was driving a borrowed silver Toyota Corolla down a highway in South Africa with his dad, Jonathan Mzembi, who sat in the front passenger seat, to Mark’s left. Mark had picked up his dad from an apartment in Johannesburg and was taking him to stay with some Christian Zulu friends, who owned a prosperous South African farm. [Read about Mark and Jonathan Mzembi's encounter with a police barricade in Chapter 29.]
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(A highway in South Africa. Click for source.)
While driving down the highway, twenty minutes earlier, Mark had been forced to pull to a stop before a police barricade, which crossed the width of the road. Beyond it, the mangled wreckage of a bus was strewn across the asphalt. A terrorist bomb had gone off and had killed all the passengers and the driver. Mark had understood from God that terrorist attacks would increase and that South Africa and Zimbabwe would soon be completely under the control of radical Muslims, who would operate communistic-style governments.

Just a few days ago, terrorists in several cities of South Africa had unleashed destruction on some factories and malls in Johannesburg, Cape Town, Bloemfontein, and East London. The destruction was extensive throughout each South African city, and many lives were lost. SWAT police teams had to battle with the terrorists. And, the South African Special Forces Brigade had been called in to stop the terrorists.

Over the last few years, terrorists and criminal gangs had gained much territory within many South African cities. Street fights were becoming more commonplace, and Jonathan Mzembi had been more and more nervous about staying in Johannesburg.

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“Mark, why do you think God is allowing all this chaos to be unleashed in South Africa?” Jonathan said as farmland rolled by.

“Well, dad,” Mark said, “God is calling out to the people in South Africa and He wants people to repent and turn to Him because God knows that if they continue living their lives for themselves, and away from Him, they will eventually die… and the question is: ‘are they going to be in Heaven or Hell?’”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan said, rubbing his clean-shaven chin, as he watched the fertile South African farmland pass by the windows.

“God doesn’t want people to go to Hell,” Mark said. “Hell is a horrible place. The Bible says in Revelation 14:11 that the torment of souls in Hell is eternal. So, God is allowing evil men to kill and attack others to get them to realize that mankind is not going to solve its own problems. God is showing us that we need a Savior, and His Name is Jesus.”

“Mark, watch out!” Jonathan suddenly shouted, pointing out the front window.

A large silver Nissan Titan pickup truck had suddenly slowed down and swerved toward the right to block both lanes of traffic.

Mark put on the brakes hard to slow the Toyota Corolla to a stop. The four cab doors of the pickup truck flew open and four men stepped out, dressed in forest camouflage military uniforms and armed with AK-47 automatic rifles. They wore green scarves over their faces, below their eyes. 

“This is where we die,” Jonathan said fearfully as he eyed their weapons.

“Dear Father God, deliver us from these men like you did for me in previous times,” Mark said quietly as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Two armed men approached the silver Toyota Corolla while two remained at the truck. Already, cars were starting to pull to a stop on the other side of the Nissan Titan, forming a lengthening line of idling vehicles. Drivers stepped out of their cars and angrily looked at the Nissan Titan as it rested across the road with its engine idling. But, some recognized that the men were terrorists, and quickly returned to their automobiles.

A terrorist approached the driver’s side where Mark was seated, which was on the right side of the car. He was a tall, muscular man and walked with an arrogant strut. He trained his gun on Mark and tapped the barrel a couple times on the roof of the car.

‘He must have noticed the “I love Jesus” bumper sticker on the front bumper,’ Mark thought.

Mark lowered the electric window and swallowed. The muzzle of an AK-47 was pointed right at his chest and a man with cold eyes stared at him intensely for several seconds before he said, “You’re a Christian, aren’t you?”

From just a few feet away, Jonathan whispered to Mark, “Tell him no.”

The man’s nose and lower face were covered by a green scarf, concealing his identity, but his eyes were filled with hatred.

Mark remained silent and prayed.

“This country is no longer a Christian nation,” the terrorist said with a sinister, calm voice. “So, you will now convert to Islam or face the sword. What is your choice?”

“Let’s just play along with them, Mark. Say that you will convert,” Jonathan whispered as he leaned slightly toward his son.

But, Mark knew that lying was wrong. So, he looked to God for guidance instead of listening to what made sense to his mind.

God’s gentle and resolute voice spoke to Mark’s soul and spirit: “My son, Mark, tell this man that Jesus Christ is Lord and that he* has no power over you because I am greater than the one who is inside him. Tell him that, and I the LORD your GOD and Abba Father have spoken.” [* Note: The “he” refers to the terrorist.]

“What is your choice, Christian?” the terrorist said louder, while still pointing his gun at Mark’s chest.

Mark took a deep breath and cleared his throat. Then, he said, with a supernatural boldness, “Jesus Christ is Lord, and you have no power over me because greater is He that is in me than he that is in you! 1 John 4:4.”

The terrorist was taken aback. He stepped back a couple feet and blinked his eyes several times. After a few seconds, he lowered the machine gun and gazed a Mark with a curious expression in his eyes. But, his curious expression changed back into hatred.

A tense moment passed as the terrorist coldly stared at Mark with a look of intense hatred, which was stronger than before. Mark prayed silently as the man stared at him.
Something inside this man really hated Mark, even though the man himself never had seen Mark Mzembi before. And, Mark could tell that it was an evil spirit which had latched onto the man’s soul that drove this man toward hatred and terrorism.

At last, the masked man turned around and walked back toward the silver truck. He climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door. Then, the three others on his team followed him into the cab and slammed their doors shut. The truck pulled out and roared off down the highway, and quickly passed the string of parked cars. In a few seconds, the silver Nissan Titan had vanished around a hill.

“What just happened, Mark,” Jonathan said. “That is… that is …”

“A miracle,” Mark said.

“Yeah,” Jonathan said, “that is a real miracle. We should have been dead.”

After a few seconds pause, Jonathan said, “Why didn’t you listen to me and just play along with the terrorists? You almost got us killed.”

“Dad, telling a lie is a sin. God does not bless lying,” Mark said as he shifted the car into drive and accelerated it down the road. “Besides, God showed me exactly what to tell that man.”

“You must be crazy or I must be crazy,” Jonathan said, “but I am certain we should have been shot. We should be dead right now. Why did he just run off like a dog with its tail between its legs?”

“It was God’s Spirit that overpowered the evil spirits attacking that terrorist,” Mark said. “1 John 4:4 says: ‘Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world.’ God is far greater than the devil and God is far greater than bullets, or guns, or even the mind of man.”

“True, but does God really protect Christians like what you are saying?” Jonathan said.

“God protects those who put their trust in Him and who desire Him,” Mark said.

Hearing that, Jonathan went silent and became contemplative. He had claimed to be a Christian, but he had never truly wanted Jesus to be the Lord of his life and be his best friend. He read the Bible from time to time but it didn’t really make sense to him, and he didn’t care about understanding it. He just wanted to be comfortable and live life how he wanted. God seemed far off and distant to him anyways. But, as he thought about the events that had just occurred, Jonathan began to have second thoughts about his beliefs about God.

‘Perhaps, God isn’t so far off as I think,’ Jonathan thought, ‘and perhaps He even wants me to have a close relationship with Him. But, if I let Him be my Lord, how can I be my own man and do what I want to do? Does God want me to be a monk or something?’

But, a quiet thought came to his mind that God wanted Jonathan to know Him in a deep relationship of best friends or very close friends. A sense came to Jonathan that God did not want him to be a worker, but to be a friend of God, and a son of God. But, Jonathan resisted that thought and tried to get his mind onto something else. He could not see the sinister, invisible beings which were attacking his mind and heart.


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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 35 ("Wolf Attack"):  

"... As the friends began to think of having supper, a group of dark shapes began to move toward them through the snow-laden pine trees. In the light of the Christian’s LED flashlights, a pack of tawny-colored Eurasian wolves appeared. Suddenly, twelve vicious wolves broke off from the rest of the large pack and ran straight toward the Christians.

Sarah felt fear rush through her body and the urge to scream, but something kept her from opening her mouth as she watched the wolves charge toward her friends.

A demonic gleam seemed to appear in the wolves’ predatory eyes as they charged forward with exposed teeth. Their wide paws quietly thumped against the snow as they closed the distance. Some wind stirred the pines, sending showers of sparkling snow through the surreal air. Having jaws and teeth strong enough to take down male elks, the canine predators were a fearsome sight to behold. Vapor rose into the air from their hungry mouths and their amber eyes sparkled in the LED light.

One wolf was fast approaching Steven, and ... " (Read all of Part 35.)

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