■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 1) - "Russian Winter" - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 1)

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 One

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PART 1: Russian Winter

Four people hiked down the icy path through the snow. Tall pines rose up on either side, like green fingers poking through a white sea. The northern wind whispered through the trees and ruffled woolen and leather parkas. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The sound of their footsteps would seem strange to a dweller in the tropics. This thought sometimes flashed across the bearded man’s mind as he crunched through the packed snow slightly ahead of the others.

“Steven,” a woman’s voice came from behind him. “Wait up, please.”

The bearded man stopped and turned to see his wife’s pale face poking out from her hood. She looked beautiful to him with the snow falling around her and her breath coming out in small clouds of vapor.

“Sarah, honey,” Steven said, “how are you doing?”

“I’m feeling a little tired,” Sarah admitted.

“How are we doing?” a man with brown hair and a clean-shaven face asked. He wore a warm, green parka and black boots. Beside him stood a man with a red beard and a leather parka. “Just a little tired, Jason,” Sarah said.

(This section takes place in Russia.)

“Honey,” Steve said, “remember how Father God gave you strength to stay up all night and still hike during the next day?”

“Yes,” Sarah said, nodding, “I do. I get it, Steve. I should ask God for strength.”

“Yes,” Steve said. “He will give you what you need. Remember what Paul wrote in Philippians 4:13? He said: ‘I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.’”

“You’re right,” Sarah chuckled. “I sometimes forget.” Turning to where she sensed Jesus to be standing, Sarah said, “Dear Jesus, will you give me the strength to keep walking. You know I’ve struggled to believe you sometimes, but I choose to trust you to strengthen me even though you know I’m tired.”

“My daughter,” Jesus said to her spirit and soul, “I am with you and I will never leave you, nor forsake you. Rest in Me. I will give you the strength you need to reach the village. It is only a couple miles from here. I will take good care of you. Rest in Me.”

“Yes Lord Jesus,” Sarah said, “I choose to trust you. Thank you that you will help me.”

The group continued walking and Sarah soon started to walk faster.

“Sarah, you’re picking up speed,” Steve said, excitedly. “Praise God! He’s answered your prayer.”

“Amen. He sure has,” Sarah said, smiling.

Less than forty minutes later, a small village appeared at the base of a mountain. Wispy smoke rose up into the late-evening air from chimneys in small izba cottages. Simple wood buildings formed the majority of the town’s structures while graveled streets divided the village up into a rough grid layout. In the distance, standing like massive, limbless trees, three tall smoke stacks rose up out of the forest from a mostly concealed, rundown factory complex. The forest had started to grow up around the complex over the decades since it was closed. The woods were starting to eat up the land that had once belonged to derelict, soviet-era collective farms near the edge of the town.

Passing through the streets, the small group came to an izba, or cabin house, just two blocks from the edge of the village. It was somewhat larger than nearby homes. The red-bearded man stepped from behind Steve and approached the front door of the izba. He knocked three times. There was no answer. He placed his mouth close to the door and spoke somewhat loudly in Russian, “Sergey, it’s me, Alexei. I have some people with me who love the Lord. You can trust them. If you are not sure, seek God.”

“I will,” a man’s muffled voice came weakly through the door.

Half a minute passed. The door was still locked shut. Wind blew along the ground, stirring up powder and sent snow flurries sprinkling against their thick coats. Steve was glad for the coat, but he remembered what Abba Father God had told him regarding staying warm. It was God who ultimately would make sure Steve was safely warm. Still, Steve wondered if the door would remain closed. The temperature was dropping to probably below -10 degrees Fahrenheit. Later that night it would drop even more.

A minute later, a scraping sound came from behind the cabin door. Could it be a gun? The thought flashed in Steve’s mind, but he rejected it. God also promised to protect him from guns and from weapons. Strong angels always maintained a watchful guard around all Christians, and had the power to supernaturally protect believers.

The door swung open and a burly man with a brown, medium-length beard peered out at the bundled up people in the snow. He wore a brown, wooly vest, a green flannel shirt, and tan wool trousers.

“Come in,” he said in Russian, “but make sure you don’t attract attention.”

The group filed into his cabin quickly and the Russian quietly closed and bolted his door. A small fire crackled and popped in a green, pot belly stove and caused a tea kettle to simmer on the stove top. An old couch, with quilts hung over it, rested up against one wall, below a small window. The red-bearded Alexei plopped down into the couch cushions, followed by Jason. A rocking chair occupied a corner of the living room space on which rested a sleepy, brown cat. The cat eyed the strangers with some curiosity before it closed its eyes and rested its head to nap.

“Now,” the Russian host said in Russian, “God showed me that you are His children and that I should trust you. So, I will. You are welcome here as long as you like.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. ...?” Steve said.

“Oh, forgive me, Steve,” Alexei said. “This is Sergey Ivanov. He is a rural blacksmith. He once was the mayor of this town some years ago.”

“And, this is Steven O’Neill and his wife Sarah.” Alexei motioned toward the couple. Motioning toward the clean-shaven man, he said, “And, this is Jason Harper.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Sergey said as he shook hands with the married couple, and then the two other men.

“And, of course you know I’m Alexei Khlebov,” Alexei added, grinning.

Sergey chuckled. “Yes, my friend, I’ve known you for some time.”

Motioning toward the steaming kettle, Sergey said, “Does anyone want some tea? I was hoping to hear your reasons for coming to Medvedski.”

Even though Steve never learned the Russian language from anyone, he spoke it fluently and understood it when people spoke Russian to him. Sometimes, however, he didn’t understand signs in Russian. But, understanding and speaking Russian was a supernatural gift that God had given Steve, Sarah, and Jason, and the people in the book of Acts.

“We have come to warn the people of this village about the judgment that God will have to bring down on Russia, due to its sins against Him,” Steven said. (See "Footnote.")

“What might that judgment be?” Sergey asked, curious.

“There will be great shakings in Russia that will strike its finances and economy,” Steve said. “But, this will also strike the economies of all countries in the entire world. Russia will suffer greatly through the shaking, but it will hold together, but just by a thread.

“Life will be very hard for all who do not call upon Jesus during the difficult times ahead. God has sent us to warn Russians in the rural areas to seek God and make Jesus their personal Lord and Savior. We are a type of missionary that God is calling in these last days.”

“May I ask a question, Sergey?” Sarah asked.

“Sure,” Sergey said.

“Where is your wife?” Sarah asked after a pause.

There was silence as Sergey processed the question and all the emotions that came to him.

Sergey walked over to his bed and sat down on a single-wide mattress with a rustic, wooden frame, which was nestled up against the wall a short distance from the pot belly stove. Some jeans hung over the bed railing. A kitchen area with a small, wooden table; two chairs; and a large ice chest lay a short distance away. Pots and pans hanging from pegs in the walls reflected the white glow of a battery-powered electric lantern that dangled from a hook in the ceiling.

“I had a wife, but she died instantly in a tragic car accident,” Sergey said with some sadness in his voice.

“I feel bad for you. I’m sorry for bringing that up,” Sarah said.

“No, don’t be,” Sergey said, wiping away a tear. “I love to tell my story. After that terrible event, I cried out to God and He heard by cries. I told Him that I needed to know Him and that I couldn’t keep living, unless I had Him close to Me. And, God answered my prayer. I read my late mother’s Bible cover to cover, and became convinced that only Jesus Christ could save me.

“After I trusted in Jesus for salvation and started really seeking Him, I felt peace and joy come to me that I’ve never felt before. I felt that God really did love me, even though I had done many bad things during my life. But, He forgave me.”

“Praise God for His forgiveness and love,” Steve said, smiling, looking upward.

“So, tell me your story,” Sergey said. “How did you get all the way to my little village?”

“Well, that’s a long story,” Steven said as he walked over to the dining room area, which was beside the kitchen. “May I bring some chairs?” he asked.

“Oh. Of course,” Sergey said. “What was I thinking?” He was about to stand and head for the dining room, but Steve had already grabbed both chairs. Sergey stood and helped Steve bring them into the living room, which had no partition between it and the rest of the lower story, except for the bathroom, which was nestled beside the front door; and the closet, which was across the room from the bathroom.

“Here Sarah,” Steve said, setting one before his wife. She thanked him and both sat down.

“When Russia conquered America, we Russians were shocked,” Sergey said. “We never expected our countries to go to war. But, rumors were starting to spread up to where we live that war was possibly on the horizon. But, a nuclear war was far from my mind. Well, as you know, America was the aggressor. They sent an attack on Russia that provoked Russia like never before, but what my country did to your country was surely destructive.” (See "Footnote.")

“God had told us about the judgment,” Steven said, “years prior to its release, and what would happen, and why. He was calling out to a rebellious people to repent, but they would not repent, no matter how much God called out to them. Then, America’s leaders ordered an attack on Russia to provoke it to wrath.”

“That is when,” Steve continued, “your country launched its full attack on America. But, God had brought Sarah, me, and my parents out of harm’s way, and into a place of safety. From there, He had his angels very move us almost instantly, or translate us, from that temporary place of safety to a base He prepared for us in Eurasia.”

“He had angels carry you from one place to another?” Sergey asked, amazed.

“Yes,” Steve said. “You’ve heard of what God did for Philip in the book of Acts—Acts 8:39-40?”

“He baptized an Ethiopian eunuch,” Sergey responded.

“That’s right. But, how did the eunuch see Philip leave him?” Steve asked.

“God caught up Philip and brought him to Azotus,” Sergey said, remembering, and his eyes widened with excitement. “You are telling me that God did the same for you as He did for Philip?”

“That’s exactly what He did,” Steve said. “In the Bible, God tells us that He never changes. In Malachi 3:6, God tells rebellious Israel: "For I am the Lord, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed." He also said that nothing is impossible to those who believe. Mark 9:23 says: ‘Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth.’”

“That is truly wonderful, but I believe it. Praise God’s Holy Name!” Sergey said, standing up suddenly and clapping his hands, waking the dozing cat. “God does miracles still!”

Looking down at his guests, Sergey smiled. “I believe God will do the same for me if I need to be moved someplace quickly and safely.”

“God did the same for us,” Jason said. “I was in a refuge area that God had led me to. Then, He spoke to me and told me to be ready to be translated to Eurasia. So, I got together a backpack of stuff and sought God. After about a week had passed, I was in a house and God spoke to me. He said, ‘Jason, My son.’ I said, ‘Yes, Abba God?’ He said, ‘I shall translate you now.’

“That instant, I and my backpack were instantly moved to a village somewhere in the Eurasian land mass. I couldn’t point to the exactly location. There I saw a village full of new wooden buildings. They appeared to be ancient Chinese in design. As I approached the village, I saw people approaching me. An Asian man asked me where I came from. I said I came from North America. He asked me how I arrived in his continent. I told him God had translated me, and he rejoiced. He told me he had also been translated to the village.

“I asked him what that place was and he told me it was a city of refuge that God had put on the hearts of His people to build. The Asian also said that angelic beings from Heaven had arrived, looking like men, and they assisted the first arrivals in constructing the village waste system and buildings. The angels, who resembled ordinary men, had brought wood and building materials. I asked him why God’s angels would assist men. He told me that the Bible says that angels are ministering spirits sent forth to minister to those who shall be heirs of salvation. I think that is in Hebrews chapter 1, verse 14.”

“I remember that verse,” Alexei said. “It says: ‘Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?’”

“So angels minister by physically assisting us too?” Sergey said, stroking his beard in thought.

“You folks must be hungry,” Sergey said, standing up a few seconds later. “I will fix something for you.”

He walked over to the ice chest in his kitchen and quickly unlatched it with a handle and reached in to pull out a covered cooking pot. Then, he opened a small cabinet and pulled out some ceramic mugs and bowels.

“Would you like tea?” Sergey asked.

“I would, thank you,” Sarah said. A few others agreed.

From a lower drawer in the cabinet, Sergey retrieved spoons. Then, he filled up the mugs with hot water from the kettle and dropped some packets of tea into the mugs. Once done, he brought them to his guests.

“I will now warm up some ukha, which is a fish and vegetable soup,” he said as he set the large pot on the stove top. He added a few more large sticks to the fire and closed the firebox door.

Once the soup was heated, the group prayed, ate and conversed for a couple more hours. Then, Jason suggested they have a prayer time.

As he prayed for God to bless Sergey and to guide him in God’s ways, a loud knock came from the front door. Rap. Rap. Rap.

Sergey stood and whispered, “Hurry up and head to the upstairs. There’s a staircase.” He pointed to a narrow wooden staircase, at the back of the house, that resembled a ladder more than it did a staircase. The four visitors quickly headed up the stairs, while Sergey cleared their dishes from the room and placed them in a pile in his small kitchen sink. The knocking continued. Rap. Rap. Rap.

Then, he walked to the door and waited for the last person to reach the second floor of his two-story izba cabin. He quickly asked God what to do. “My son, go open the door,” Abba God’s voice spoke to him.

Unlocking the bolt, Sergey opened the door. A man stood outside, bundled up in a leather coat and a furry ushanka hat. The ear flaps were down and tied together by small cords. His breath came out in small puffs of vapor.

“Sergey,” he said, “it’s Kostya. What took you so long to answer the door?”

“Sorry about that delay. What is happening, Kostya?” Sergey said, closing the door behind him to keep the heat indoors.

“I came to warn you that I’ve heard a powerful snow storm is coming tomorrow,” Kostya said. “I also want to tell you that I’ve heard that you are a Christian, and so I want to ask if you will help me. You see, I am having some relatives stay with me for the winter because their house was burnt down in an accidental fire, and they have no where to go. But, I know that you are single, so I wonder if you would mind hosting some of them in your second story?”

“Let me seek God about that,” Sergey said before closing his eyes.

Speaking in a quiet whisper, he said, “Father God, what should I do about this predicament? I have guests in my house, but I can’t have all these people stay with me right now, can I?”

“My son,” Abba God said, “I am with you. You may have the relatives stay with you tonight, for I will translate your guests away before your new guests come. Trust Me. Go ahead and tell the man ‘yes,’ that you will have his relatives stay at your house in the second floor. I will provide for your food needs. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

“I will trust you,” Sergey said, swallowing. Turning to Kostya, he said, “You can bring them over now. They are welcome in my home.”

Kostya breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, “Thank you, Sergey! You’re a true friend in need.” He jogged away through the snow, and vanished behind a neighbor’s house.

Sergey stepped into his cabin and closed the door. He felt fear grip him. ‘What if Kostya’s relatives arrive while the four guests are still here?’ he thought.

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Sergey hurried toward the steep staircase and climbed the wooden steps. He emerged in the second story and found two electric lanterns turned on, hanging from hooks in a long hallway that ran through the upper story. Power outages had cut the power to his home for nearly five hours, keeping it mostly in darkness. There were six doors on either side of the hall leading to five small bedrooms and one bathroom. He snatched an electric lantern from a hook in the ceiling and tried the first door to his right. Inside sat an empty bed, some cardboard boxes full of bric-a-brac and children’s clothes, and papers piled on the bed.

“Alexei,” Sergey said, “where are you?”

He knelt to the ground and peered under the bed. No one was underneath. Standing, Sergey hurried toward a closet. The closet was full of cardboard boxes containing his late wife’s clothes and clothes that were donations to distribute to poor people. No one was in the closet. Sergey left that bedroom and hurried across to the next closest bedroom. It was also completely empty. He returned to the hall and shouted, “Sergey, Jason, Steven, Sarah, where are you?”

There was no answer. ‘That was very strange,’ Sergey thought. Then, he heard a loud knock at the front door below. Hurrying, he scurried down the stairs and dashed across the first floor, past the pot belly stove. He paused at the front door to ask if he should open it, and God said, “Yes.” Once it was unbolted and open, Sergey peered out into the cold night air.

Standing before him was Kostya Petrov. Behind him, fifteen men, women, and children patiently waited. They were all bundled up and somewhat shivering. Feeling compassion for them, Sergey motioned for them to come.

“Come in,” Sergey said. “I have a warm fire and plenty of room.” Deep inside, he hoped that the four visitors were gone, like God had told him they’d be.

As the group filed in, he recognized one of the people in the group. It was Vasily Volvakov, a man he had worked with before. Vasily had threatened to beat him up if he mentioned the name of Jesus ever again. But, that was twelve years ago. Now, Vasily’s thick brown hair was graying at the temples, and gray stubble covered his face. What was he doing here?

“Vasily,” Sergey said after the group had entered his house, “what are you doing here tonight?”

The sixty-year-old man frowned. “I lost my job, Sergey. I was staying with a family kind enough to give me a spare bedroom. You heard Kostya tell you that a house burned down, but actually two houses burned down. My hosts’ house was one of them. I thank you for your hospitality.”

“You are welcome in my home,” Sergey said, stretching out a hand for Vasily to shake.

But, Vasily kept his hand to himself. “I accept your hospitality, but I don’t accept your religion. I was born a communist and I shall die a communist.”

A tinge of fear struck Sergey in his gut. He saw the older man staring coldly at him, but grinning, nonetheless.

“By the way, Sergey,” Vasily said, “it is not too late to renounce your religion. I’ve heard rumors that the new government of the Russian Federation will soon be cracking down on Christians who are not part of the Russian Orthodox Church. There are also rumors that they will soon be offering handsome rewards to anyone who is willing to turn in a non-conformist Christian, such as a Baptist, Methodist, or Pentecostal. Sergey, I recommend that you change your beliefs before they persuade you to.”

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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.]

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(Note: All human characters in this story are fictional. But, Jesus Christ is truly real and is the living God. And, the devil is real and seeks to devour whom he may. This is simply a novel with prophetic messages from God, and is based on truth God has shown me. I encourage you to seek God about this story to see what He will show you.

The characters in this story are not intended to reflect actual people living today. Any similarities the characters may have to people living today is entirely coincidental. 

The writer understands from God that countries mentioned in this story will actually seek to persecute the Church and to attack other countries in the future. But, God uses one nation to bring judgment on another nation. It is not this writer's intention to condemn or cast blame on any of the countries mentioned in this story. 

Rather, this writer is giving prophecies that God gave him to encourage the Church and to let them know some of the things that shall happen in the last days. Not every detail is prophecy, but the majority of it is. This story is not entirely fictional. This writer encourages the reader to seek God about what He would reveal concerning this story and the prophecies within.)