■ Steven’s Amazing Adventures, and the Future of the World ■ (PART 22) - "The Search" - (A STORY about the END TIMES, with Messages from God) (PART 22)

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-Two

PART 22: “The Search”

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Major Lukas Grieg was running, or he felt like it. He had just gotten out of his car in the parking garage of the headquarters of the Norwegian secret police, and was heading toward an elevator at a quick walking pace.

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Lukas Grieg, a brown-haired man with an athletic build and piercing eyes, aged 42, was a major in the military-like Ministry of the Interior Special Command for National Protection (or the SCNP). Most everyone in this military-like command structure called themselves state protection officers. But, Lukas knew that some prisoners had called them “secret police,” “the Gestapo,” or “the Norwegian KGB.”

Immediately after entering a chrome-plated elevator, Lukas pressed the button for the second floor. Less than twenty minutes ago, Lukas had been awoken from sleep by a secure phone call from a first lieutenant he was in charge of. He had been informed that an important prisoner, Karl Holst, had escaped from a cell in the SCNP headquarters. Lukas had also been told that the lieutenant colonel, who was in charge of the headquarters, had also been notified.

The elevator came to a stop at the second floor, which housed the offices of high-ranking personnel. Once the door slid open, Lukas stepped out into a sparkling hallway. He walked briskly down a white vinyl floor past artificial potted plants and office doors. He was very concerned about the prison escape. For that to happen, in his mind, it would mean that someone on the inside would have to have helped the prisoner escape. This individual would have to be a mole or a compromised person, Lukas thought.

After a short walk, Lukas reached a metal security door. He placed his hand on a scanner to the right of the door. A small screen beside the biometric hand scanner displayed the words, “Enter the number access code.” After he quickly typed in a number code on a keypad, the door unlocked and Lukas flung it open.

(A Russian command center in Moscow. Click for source.)

He walked down another stretch of hallway before he reached a door in the right wall of the hallway, which was secured by a hand scanner. Gaining access after a short delay, he hustled through the door and entered a large, circular command center with giant wrap-around screens on the walls. Dozens of empty chairs were nestled up to computer stations, which were spread throughout the mostly-empty room. A few people typed away on keyboards and studied the data being fed to their computer monitors.

Standing before a mammoth-sized screen, a tall man with graying hair, Lieutenant Colonel Nils Anker, turned his head from side to side to take in the data. Seeing him, Lukas was surprised that the colonel would be on the scene so early.

“Excuse me, sir,” Lukas said as he approached his commander.

The colonel turned to see Lukas approach.

“Major Grieg, you must have been informed about the situation regarding the escaped prisoner?”

“That is correct, sir,” Lukas said. “I came here as soon as I was called.”

“We have a mess on our hands. I need to find out who is responsible for that escape. Moles like to live in the dark, and we have got to dig up their concealed network, Major.”

“Sir, where do we start?” Lukas said.

“The police have already been notified and are conducting a search. And, our night crews have been dispatched to comb the nearby neighborhoods surrounding this complex, but I don’t think they will find anything,” Nils said with knitted eyebrows.

“What I want you to do is begin a thorough house sweep,” the Lieutenant Colonel continued after a brief pause. “Find out who is responsible for this escape. But, you must do it secretly. If we let all the people here know what we are doing, the mole might be able to slip through our radar.”

“I will have this matter investigated, sir,” Lukas said. “We will find this mole.”

“That is what I want to hear,” the colonel said, smiling grimly.

A pause followed. Then, Colonel Anker said, “Before long, these troublesome Christians will be history.”

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“Oslo”

The sound of rapping came from the front door of Karl Holst’s apartment, waking him from sleep. Groaning, he rolled over on his bed and squinted at a digital clock

(An apartment door. Click for source.)

on his bedside table. The clock displayed 8:50 AM on its screen. He hadn’t slept in this late for a long time. Yawning, Karl stood to his feet. As he did, he heard the knocking again. Quickly, he grabbed his keys and wallet, changed into some khaki trousers and a long sleeve shirt, and hurried to the door, wondering who it could be. If it was the police, they might have already broken the door in by now. But, he didn’t want to take a risk.

“Dear Abba Father, should I answer the door?” Karl asked, still feeling a little groggy.

“Answer it, My son,” God’s gentle, quiet voice said. “You will be fine. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

Karl unlocked the bolt and opened the door to see Toben Nenge, his Nigerian friend, standing in the entrance with a small, dark green backpack in hand. He seemed fairly calm, but Karl could see some concern in his face.

“Karl, I am so glad to see you whole and in one piece,” Toben said excited and pleased to see his friend. “You have to tell me about your escape. God showed me to come to your apartment.”

“Come in,” Karl said, glancing left and right nervously. He hoped no neighbors would overhear their conversation.

Once the door was closed and locked, Karl motioned toward his brown couch and said, “Have a seat, Toben.”

“I’d rather stand,” Toben said. “I don’t know if I will be here long, or if you will be here long, because I have heard rumors that the police are searching for you. I suspect that both of us either are, or will be, wanted men. Where do we go from here, Karl?”

“All of Europe is controlled by communistic puppet governments in a neo-Soviet empire,” Toben continued. “America is in ruins. South America and Central America are experiencing high levels of crime, chaos, and civil wars. Africa is experiencing droughts, famines, terrorist insurgencies, and civil wars. Asia is under the control of countries which hate Christians. Communist China controls southeast Asia and many islands in the Pacific.”

“You’re right,” Karl said, nodding.

“And,” Toben added, “Australia and New Zealand have been conquered by China. There is no escaping to New Zealand. We could go to Antarctica, but how would we survive in that harsh environment?”

“We have to see what Father God will show us to do,” Karl said. “It is clear that there is no country we can go to for safety. Every country is persecuting Christians. But, I feel that the persecution will be worse. Now, they tolerate us if we agree to go to their state Churches, and agree not to sell or distribute Bibles, or to witness, but in the near future, they will likely turn up the heat and demand that we renounce Jesus completely.”

“That is right, brother,” Toben said, puckering his lips. He added, “They want us to register as Christians and attend state Churches, which are restrained from witnessing or warning people to repent from their sins and turn to God. If we witness to people and the authorities find out, we will be arrested, or fined thousands of dollars, or just be taken to a concentration camp.”

Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door. Both men turned quickly, fearing that the police had arrived. Again, Karl asked God what he should do. And, again, God showed him to open the door. Slowly, he unbolted the lock and eased the door open a crack.

Four people stood outside and several smiled to see him. Abdul Hamed, Felix Tangen, Elise Tangen, and Inga Jacobsen stood in the hallway outside Karl’s apartment. Abdul carried a small, grey backpack, in which Karl knew he often stored his Bible.

“Karl, you’re back,” Inga said, smiling. “I am so glad to see how God delivered you.”

“Come inside,” Karl said, ushering them into his small living room.

The four entered and two sat on his brown couch, while two stood.

“I am so glad to see you safe. That was a miracle that God did to help you escape. He is truly our best Friend,” Inga said, ecstatically.

“It feels like a dream. I am really blessed to have such a miracle-working God and Father,” Karl said, smiling. “What brought you all over here?”

“Abdul heard God tell him to call us and have us go to your apartment,” Inga said.

“Karl, it’s good to see you safe,” Felix said as he stood a short distance away. “When did you escape from the prison and how did that happen?” Then, trying to be somewhat humorous, Felix said, “You didn’t bribe anyone, did you?” 

[Read about Felix Tangen in Part 21 here.] 

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“No,” Karl said, chuckling slightly. “God sent an angel early this morning to wake me from sleep and escort me out of the secret police headquarters. The whole escape was a series of miracles. The cell door opened as if it had never been locked. Security guards didn’t notice me. I passed by one in the hallway and another in a guard station, and they acted as if I didn’t exist. The heavy steel door to the outside was unlocked. It was a miracle.”

“That reminds me of the account in the book of Acts how an angel of God brought Simon Peter out of a prison. The next day they were going to kill Peter, but God delivered him,” Elise said as she sat on his couch.

“I fear that we’re not safe in Oslo anymore,” Abdul said. “But, where would God have us go?”

“I’m sure that God will show us when we seek Him about it,” Karl said.

“I want to do that. You’re right, Karl. God will show us when we ask Him, because He is our Abba Father, who loves us,” Abdul said.

A pause followed. Then, Felix cleared his throat and said, stammering a little, “I, I n-need to make a phone call. I’ll be back soon.”

“Who are you calling?” Elise said.

“I n-need to call my boss to see about… taking the rest of this day off,” Felix stammered, blinking quickly after hesitating in mid-sentence. “I-I took off the morning, but I think I’ll

t-take the rest of this day off.”

Then, Felix walked toward the front door, slipped out of the apartment, and closed the door quietly behind him. ‘Why is he stammering?’ Karl thought, wondering about his friend’s unusual behavior.

“So, should we pray?” Toben said.

“Yes,” Karl said, closing his eyes to pray. “Dear Father God, we are in a predicament. We need your guidance on what to do. The police know of my escape and are searching for me. It is truly a miracle that they have not already come to this apartment. But, you are protecting us. Dear Father, lead us where you would have us go and to what you would have us do. I need you each day. I cannot live life without You. You are my Life and my Hope. I trust in you. In Jesus Christ’s Name. Amen.”

More prayers went up for safety and guidance as the fellow believers prayed and interceded for themselves and for other Christians. Finally, the door opened again, and Felix returned to the apartment.

“I couldn’t take the day off,” Felix said. “So, Elise, would you be able to get a ride with someone else?”

“Sure,” Elise said, frowning slightly. “But, I thought your boss would let you take a day off once in a while.”

“He n-normally does, but they n-need me today,” Felix stammered slightly turning his eyes away from his wife. He blinked several times and swallowed. Then, he kissed his wife on the cheek quickly and said goodbye to the others.

“Karl,” he said, smiling weakly, “you’re a good man. Bye.”

Then, Felix opened the front door and left the group.

Once he was gone, and the door was locked, Karl began thinking about those last words Felix uttered. ‘Why would he say I’m a good man?’

[Read about Felix Tangen's next appearance in Part 30 here.]

Toben was standing near the wall beside a bedroom door. His eyes were closed. He nodded his head several times and then his eyes opened. “Brothers and sisters,” Toben said, “Father God has shown me he wants to speak a message through me.”

All eyes focused on the Nigerian man, and the others waited for him to speak.

Toben said: “God says: ‘My children, I am your loving Abba Father and God. The man who just left your group is a traitor. I know this may sound strange to you, but it was he who turned your group in to the police. He turned in you because he wanted to get a reward, like Judas, who betrayed Me for thirty pieces of silver.

“It was he who sought to get the leader of your group, Karl, arrested and imprisoned. He told the police that if the leader was arrested, the others would disband and no longer meet, but he hoped to later turn in the rest of you for more money. He is greedy and fearful, and doesn’t want to serve Me or My Kingdom anymore. This man is leaving because he has already contacted the police and they are already beginning to surround your apartment building.

(A police car. Click for source.)

“There is no natural way for you to escape the police but, just trust in Me, for I will deliver you and I will not let you come to harm. I will blind the eyes of the police so that they will not see you. Now come, and leave, and follow Toben, for I will guide him in where to go. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

Once the message was done, Toben inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “This is sad,” he said, shaking his head.

“Dear God,” Elise said with tears in her eyes, “you’re saying my husband is a betrayer? Felix a traitor? Not Felix: he loves me.”

The others looked back and forth between Toben and Elise, confused.

“Elise,” Toben said. “God is telling me that you need to seek Him about this matter. Has your husband done anything strange lately?”

“My husband,” Elise said with watery eyes. “Felix isn’t a traitor.”

“Elise,” Toben said gently, “seek God about it, and He will show you the truth.”

“May I use that spare bedroom?” Elise said to Karl.

“Sure,” he said, nodding.

She left the couch and slipped into the room, closing the door shut. Loud sobs came from the room, through the door, as she cried about her husband. Then, they began to subside as Elise poured out her heart to her Abba Father God.

Meanwhile, Toben said, “God is showing me that we will leave once she comes out of the room.”

As they waited, Karl and the others silently prayed for her and for Felix. Karl felt deeply troubled that his friend Felix had betrayed them. ‘How could my good friend do that to me just for the sake of getting money?’ Karl thought. ‘I don’t understand, Father God, why this happened.’

“My son, Karl, I love you very much,” Abba God’s loving voice spoke to his spirit and soul. “You are doing well. I will show you what I want you to see about this. Your former friend was a man who loved this world more than he loved Me. He didn’t start out that way, but neither did Judas Iscariot, because Judas responded to My call to become a disciple and to follow Me.

“Judas gladly listened to me and received what I said. But, after some time had passed, he began to love money, and began to desire wealth, and lost an interest in walking the narrow way. The pleasures of the world appealed to him more than I did. That is why Judas Iscariot betrayed Me.

“Many people over the centuries have demonstrated that they are tares, and are not wheat. They start out following Me and trusting in Me for salvation, but they turn aside after the sinful pleasures of this life, and after the lusts of the eyes, and after what the world calls good. Then, I lose all ground in their life, and I am kicked out of their hearts, and am replaced by other things.

“That is what happened to Judas and that is what happened to King Saul of Israel. He served me early on, but not a long time after he was crowned king of Israel did he decide to do things his way, instead of Mine. I called out to him, but he refused to repent, and he hated My servant David. He hated David because he realized that I anointed David to take his place because of his rebellion against Me. His pride is what led him to betray David and to seek to slay David because David was doing what was right.

“That is what your former friend has done. Just forgive him and leave your troubles with Me. I will lead you out into the wilderness of Scandinavia, where I will provide for you and blind the eyes that need to be blinded. And, I the Lord your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

“Thank you, Abba Father,” Karl said. “That makes more sense now, but it truly is grievous what Felix did. But, I forgive him.”

The door to the spare bedroom opened and Elise came out, wiping tears from her eyes.

Inga gave her a comforting hug. Then, Elise cleared her throat and said, “Father God showed me that what you said was indeed His words, Toben. He did say that my husband, Felix, betrayed us. But, I choose to forgive him. And, God said that He will show Toben what to do.”

Toben closed his eyes as he silently sought God. Then, he said, “God is showing me that we need to go down the hall and there will be a stairwell we can take to the first floor.”

“Excuse me. I will be back very soon,” Karl said.

Wasting no time, he jogged back to his bedroom and placed his Bible into a small, blue backpack, along with a flashlight and some small items. Then, leaving his bedroom, he hurried up to the front door, swung it open, and glanced left and right. Looking back into the living room, he said, “The coast is clear.”

Toben stepped into the hall and walked toward the left. The others followed. Once the last person stepped through, Karl put on the backpack, shut off all his lights, and locked the door. The hallway was lit by blue LED lights in the ceiling. A tan carpet reduced the sound of their feet as they walked past numbered apartment doors.

(A stairwell. Click for source.)

At the stairwell door, Toben paused for a moment before opening it and walking down the concrete steps in the echoing chamber. More feet followed, sending a cacophony of echoing footsteps through the stairwell. Karl trusted that no one would open a door in the shaft and hear their sounds.

At the first floor level, Toben paused at the door and listened. Then, he swallowed and pushed the door open a crack to peer through the gap, which revealed an outdoor parking lot. He recoiled slightly, stepping back.

“What did you see?” Inga said.

“Police,” Toben said. “They’re everywhere. But, for some strange reason, they don’t seemed to be moving from their positions.”

“You know, God is taking care of us,” Toben said a moment later, trying to reassure both himself and the others, who looked worried.

Then, he swung the door open boldly, and stepped into the morning sunlight. They were in a parking lot between two apartment buildings. The lot was occupied by two police cars and a large, armored police truck. Several officers, wearing armored vests and helmets, stood nearby armed with assault rifles, shotguns, and pistols. Normally, they would have entered the building by now and would have broken into Karl’s apartment, since he was a wanted man. But, they just stood there as if they were only keeping an eye on the apartment, expecting that Karl might arrive there sometime soon.

As he and the others walked away from the building as casually as they could, Karl noticed that the police officers didn’t seemed to pay them any attention. ‘That’s very odd,’ he thought. ‘Why wouldn’t they at least stop us to ask questions and request ID?’

(Mercedes-Benz Viano. Click for source.)

Toben led them to the street and down a sidewalk for half a block. Cars flowed by in both directions on the busy street. Despite being communist after the Russian invasion, Norway and most of Europe maintained some capitalist tendencies and ideologies, such as privately owned businesses. Toben held up a thumb to hail a taxi. After a couple minutes, a Mercedes-Benz Viano taxi van pulled to a stop. It belonged to a private taxi company, which, thankfully, was not government affiliated.

After opening the sliding rear door, Toben motioned for the ladies to go first. Once all were seated in the middle and rear seats, Toben stepped forward to the front partition window and spoke through a small square opening. “Take us to Hamar, please,” Toben said.

The driver, a Norwegian man with short blonde hair and blue eyes, turned toward him. “That’s about an hour and a half from here on the E6.* It will be more costly now since the government has a heavy tax on individual trips that require more than an hour and a half of driving time. I would have to drive there and back, so it will be about three hours for me. The tax is part of the new environmental guidelines set forth by the U.N. Do you still want to take a taxi? The train fare would be much cheaper.”

[* Note: The E6 motorway is the main north-south route that runs from the southern tip of Sweden up through Norway to the Arctic Circle.]

“You can take us to the train station, then,” Toben said.

“Very good,” the driver said, shifting the van into drive.

Once there was a gap in the heavy traffic, the Mercedes-Benz Viano slipped into the traffic flow and rolled through the streets of Oslo. In the rear bench seat of the van, Karl looked through the tinted windows at the buildings and billboards that passed by. He noticed several billboards displaying repeating video advertisements showing a man standing in front of the new flag of Norway with text appearing at the bottom of the screen. The text read: ‘Support our government; support equality; support unity.’

This new flag design incorporated the old flag of Norway with several changes. A gold border surrounded the red flag. In the upper right portion of the flag, a stylized image depicted a man dressed in a workman’s outfit standing beside a woman wearing a traditional Norwegian dress. Both were holding up the lower ends of a red five-pointed star from which emanated golden rays. Karl knew that the red star was another symbol of communism.

He did not enjoy seeing what had happened to his country of Norway, but he knew that the Norwegian people had for a long time been closed to the Gospel, and that now more and more were hungry to find out more about Jesus. Karl had discretely witnessed to coworkers and people he met in the streets of Oslo.

He had noticed recently that many Norwegians and refugees seemed more interested in Jesus than the majority of people he had met a few years ago. Despite the efforts to squash Christianity in Norway, the communists had fanned the flames of the Gospel. Karl knew that secret Churches were starting up all over Oslo and across Norway.

Before long, the taxi van pulled to a stop in a large parking lot in front of the train station. Flashing lights drew Karl’s attention. He peered out the tinted windows to gaze at three police cars which surrounded a wreck. There appeared to be an accident where a large delivery van had crashed into two cars. Seeing the flashing lights and six police officers, Karl leaned toward Toben, who was in the row in front of him.

“Toben,” Karl said.

“Yes,” Toben turned toward him.

“There are a lot of police officers out in front of the train station,” Karl said. “I wonder if it would be better to take the taxi up to Hamar.”

“That is an idea,” Toben said, turning to look out the window at the officers. Toben closed his eyes and prayed. A few seconds later, he leaned toward the driver and said, “Would you be able to drive us to Hamar? We’ll give you a large tip for your trouble.”

The driver tapped his fingers on the dashboard for a few seconds before he turned toward the passengers.

“There must be a reason why you don’t want to take the train,” he said.

“We would prefer the van to a train. And, we will pay you a good tip,” Toben said.

“Okay, fair enough,” the driver finally said.

Just as the driver was shifting the taxi into drive, a police officer approached the van and raised a hand, signaling him to stay put. Karl felt butterflies in his stomach, but he began giving the fears to God as they came.

Once the officer was at the front passenger door, the window lowered and the driver leaned toward him.

“Hello,” the officer said. “I just want to let you know that there is another accident two blocks down Queen Euphemia Street. You might want to take a different route if you are heading that way.”

“Thank you,” the taxi driver said. The officer waved and left.

Karl breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He realized he should have trusted God to protect him. He leaned back in his seat as the van pulled out and drove on its way heading toward the E6 motorway, which would take them to the town of Hamar.

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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 23:

 ... Suddenly, a snapping sound came from the jungle fifteen feet away. Hu, Cheng, and Quang turned quickly to the left and tried to see what had caused the sound, but thick bushes and dark patches blocked their view up the hill.

“I’ve finally found you,” a voice said in Chinese from a bush. Then, a shadowy figure pushed his way through and a Chinese soldier stepped into a patch of moonlight, which had penetrated the forest canopy.

Hu felt his stomach tighten. ...