Steven’s Amazing Adventures,

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(A Story about the End Times 

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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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Chapter Six

The Chase

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

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

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

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

But, the pillar of fire moved on ahead.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Father God,” Steve said.

“Steve?” Sarah said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, kill them!” the commander shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


[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.]

Chapter Seven

The Reunion and the Surprise

Sergey found himself in a forest. Wind was blowing through the trees, sending clouds of snowflakes fluttering through the air. A rushing sound of a rapidly flowing river came from some distance behind him. Just moments ago he had been translated, or quickly moved, by invisible angels from his Russian izba cabin in the town of Medvedski.

Men and women dressed in warm winter clothing stood on either side of him in the forest. Many wore ushankas with the ear flaps down. Some children had cried out in surprise and adults gasped, shocked by what had just happened to them. One minute they were asleep in bed, and the next second, they were wearing warm clothing and boots, standing in a snow-covered forest somewhere in the northern hemisphere. They had been somehow woken from sleep during their translation. Now, blinking, they gazed at their completely new surroundings, wondering if they were dreaming.

Several men and women pinched themselves and shook their heads, baffled.

“Sergey,” Ivan said from behind.

Turning to his new friend, Sergey said, “What is it, Ivan?”

Ivan appeared baffled. “Where are we? Are we dreaming?”

Sergey smiled and laughed. “God told me He would do this. I had no idea what it would be like, but here we are.”

“What did He tell you, Sergey?” Ivan said.

“God had not actually said He was going to take us instantly away,” Sergey said, “but He sent me some guests before you arrived. They had told me about how God had instantly transported them from one place to another. They said it was called translation.

“They reminded me of the account in the book of Acts, chapter 8, about Philip being instantly caught away from the Ethiopian eunuch, who was in the desert. Philip, the Bible says, was found near the town of Azotus, in Israel. God had told me to leave the details of our travel to Him. I did and now God had done a miracle of Biblical proportions. Praise His awesome Name!”

Ivan left Sergey and began excitedly speaking loudly about how God had translated them and quickly moved them from the izba cabin to this forest. Eyes opened wide at hearing him speak.

Then, a lady said to Ivan, “So, where are we now?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I have no clue. Only God knows.”

Suddenly, an orange light came from the forest. Everyone turned toward its direction. Then, flames could be seen through the trees.

“Is that a camp fire?” a man asked.

The light source drew closer, passing through the trees, casting long shadows in all directions from its bright center. As it drew closer, Sergey and the other men, women, and children realized they were seeing a supernatural fire. It was a pillar of fire rotating around and around, but slowly. It was moving toward them, lighting up the forest for fifty feet in all directions. Owls roosting in high branches took off and flew from the light, quietly beating the air with their wings.

A rushing sound filled the air and the tree branches were stirred a little as the column of fire approached them. Men and woman gasped, but they didn’t run, because the fear that rose up in them calmed down as a spiritual peace reached every heart. This was truly a miracle of God, the new Russian Christians realized.

“Dear Abba God,” Sergey said to his Heavenly Father, “what is this I am seeing?”

“My son,” Abba God said, “what you are seeing is a pillar of fire similar to what Moses in the book of Exodus beheld. This is My light to guide you by night. By day, you will see a pillar of cloud, for I am the same yesterday, today, and forever. Now, speak to the group and give them a message that I will put into your mouth. And, I the LORD your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

“Praise your Holy Name,” Sergey said.

He turned to the group, which was gazing at the spiraling column of fire that was slowly approaching them.

“Brothers and Sisters,” Sergey said loudly, drawing their attention, “what you are seeing before you is a pillar of fire like what Moses and the children of Israel saw in the book of Exodus. God is doing for us what He did for them since we are venturing out into the wilderness, and away from the spiritual Egypt that we all came from. I feel that very soon we will see the time of Tribulation that the book of Revelation speaks of happening in our world. God is leading us out to a place of safety. I feel God is showing me that we will meet up with a group of Christians in these woods. So, do not fear. God will take good care of us.”

Once Sergey finished speaking, a powerful and loving voice spoke audibly from the column of fire:

“My children, this is the Lord your God. I love you very much. I am here in your midst and even in your hearts, but you hear My voice speaking to you so that you may know that I really do exist, and that nothing shall harm you because you are following Me. I shall protect you and provide for you now and in the future.

“A group of Chinese soldiers are looking for Christians in these forests, but I shall keep you safe from them, so that they shall not harm you. Right now you are in China, in a northern region of China. You will soon meet up with a group of Chinese and Asian Christians. Some are from North Korea and others are from The Philippines. Some are from Mongolia and others are from Tibet and Thailand. Some are from central Asia. You will see more people being translated into your group and into this new group shortly, for great persecution is starting to arise on My Church.

“Also, very soon, the kingdom of the Beast shall arise and shall lead the whole world into apostasy and wickedness like you could never imagine possible. They shall cause men, and women, and children that are old enough to receive a mark in their right hand or forehead, so that they can buy or sell. Not everyone in the whole world will be confronted with the mark system, but all who dwell in villages and towns that are not far from major roads and infrastructure will have to receive the mark, or die for My Name’s sake. I shall be with those who chose Me. I shall deliver them. Now, rest all My little ones. I shall take good care of you, My lambs. And, I the LORD your God and Abba Father have spoken.”

The group dropped to their knees and worshiped God, knowing that He was not the column of fire, but He made the fire to light their way. After several minutes of praying and worshiping God, Sergey spoke.

“Brothers and sisters,” Sergey said, “I believe it is time for us to intercede for our brothers and sisters in Christ who are suffering around the world. That is what I feel God putting on My heart.”

The people stood one by one. Some remained bowing and praying quietly.

They formed a circle. Mothers gathered their children into the midst of the circle. Ivan started praying. He interceded for the Christians in concentration camps in Siberia. (See "Footnote"). Then, a Russian lady prayed for the Christians in South Korea, who likely were being interred in concentration camps run by the North Koreans, who had conquered the South. More prayers went up for Christians in African countries and in the Middle East, where persecution was increasing.

It might have been several hours since Ivan had first prayed, but the time felt like it was only a few minutes as God’s Spirit guided the people in praying. From time to time, some would leave to drink from water bottles that had miraculously been brought with them. After some more minutes of praying had passed, they remained silent, and a peace settled over the group deeper than before.

Then, the thumping sound came from the night sky about a quarter of a mile away. Sergey listened to it for a few seconds before he realized that he was hearing helicopter rotors beating the air hundreds of feet in the air. Sergey had the instinct to move away from the river, but he didn’t see the pillar of fire moving, and he realized that God had said earlier that He would protect them from harm.

The thwacking drone of helicopter rotors grew louder. Then, the pillar of fire began to move back into the forest, away from the river. The group picked up their water bottles and followed the fiery column deeper into the woods. As they walked behind it, Sergey felt fear that the Chinese soldiers would “fast rope” down static lines from the “chopper” and would be on top of them at any moment. But, he also felt God’s peace settle into his heart as he began to give the fears to God.

The snow melted and the ground miraculously dried under the pillar of fire so they would not have to walk through thick snow. As they walked, many looked back toward the direction of the river, feeling that at any moment Chinese soldiers, which could have dropped from a helicopter, would break the woodland calm and fire upon them. The loud rotors continued to beat the air, drawing closer to the group in the forest below. Sergey knew that the Chinese and Russian militaries had sophisticated equipment for detecting body heat and sounds through forest canopies.

After a while, they stopped. Then, a thought occurred to Sergey: ‘The Chinese military must be searching for someone. It can’t be us Russian Christians. We were just translated here. So, who could it be?’

Fifteen minutes passed. The thumping of the helicopter blades faded into the distance. Then, as the group walked forward behind the fiery pillar, Sergey saw a baffling sight. Fire appeared through the trees scores of feet away. It was partially concealed by the undergrowth and trees, but no smoke seemed to rise from it. ‘Could Chinese soldiers have decided to set the forest on fire to see if they could kill or scare out whoever they had been searching for?’ Sergey wondered.

Then, the fire seemed to grow in size. Before long, Sergey could see people walking some distance from the fire. As the pillar of fire leading the Russians was approaching the distant fire, it became more distinct, and the distant fire soon resolved into a column. Sergey’s mouth dropped as it donned on him that it was another pillar of fire. The people following the distant pillar of fire started waving their hands, excitedly.

In less than a minute, the two groups came together, and the two pillars of fire did something Sergey never imagined possible. Both approached each other and merged to form one column of fire, causing the tree tops to rustle with a light breeze. The calm rushing sound of the whirling fire grew louder for a few seconds as the two pillars merged into one. People gasped, in awe, at the sight. Then, the two groups greeted each other.

Wei,” an Asian man said in Mandarin Chinese, as he approached Sergey.

“I don’t understand,” Sergey said in Russian.

The Asian man said some more things. Two seconds later, something happened to Sergey’s comprehension and he began to understand what this Asian man was saying.

“Hello, I am Wang Tan,” the man said in Chinese. “You appear to be from another country. Do you know where you are?”

“Oh,” Sergey said, blinking twice. He didn’t fathom how he could understand this Chinese man. “I am Sergey Ulanov. I come from Russia. I understand we are in China, correct?”

“Yes, you are in China,” Wang said, smiling. “Just about a week ago, God translated some Americans and a Russian to our group.”

Sergey glanced to the left and saw Chinese Christians talking with the Russian believers. They seemed to enjoy each other’s company.

“God had protected us,” Wang said, “from a force of Chinese soldiers that had sought to kill us, and He miraculously parted a river for us to cross.”

“Say that again,” Sergey said.

“God miraculously parted a river so we could escape the Chinese soldiers. He also kept them from following us across because the icy water crashed over them while they were partway through.”

“Wow,” Sergey said aloud, blinking. ‘What and awesome God we serve,’ he thought.

“Since, then,” Wang said, “the Chinese have been scouring these woods with their helicopters and with teams of soldiers, but they haven’t seen us. One Chinese soldier surprised us when he came through the woods and entered our camp. He set his gun and helmet down and told us that he had become a Christian and would like to join our group. We sought God about it and God told us that he is a new Christian and that we could trust him.”

“Why did he want to become a Christian?” Sergey asked.

“I wanted to become a Christian,” a man’s voice said from behind Sergey, “because God had revealed Himself in such a powerful way with miracles and love.”

Sergey turned around quickly to see a man wearing the uniform of a Chinese soldier, a thick, camouflage jacket with insignia, a green stocking cap, fatigues, and black boots.

“Sorry to interrupt your conversation, Wang, but I happened to overhear the last part about my coming to your group.”

The man bowed slightly toward Sergey, in greeting. Sergey awkwardly glanced at Wang.

“Oh,” Wang said, “we bow slightly to show respect. It is an Asian greeting.”

Then, the former soldier extended a hand and Sergey shook it, bowing slightly toward him.

“I am Hong Yi,” the former soldier said.

“I am Sergey Ulanov,” Sergey said. “So, why did you decide to become a Christian?” 

“I saw a river part,” Hong said, “and a pillar of fire moving through it. I saw that our machine guns, grenades, and knives were of no use to fight against God and His people. I refused to fire on the Christians, even though my commander gave the order repeatedly.

“Sadly, I think he drowned when the river returned back to its normal state and crashed into the soldiers who were foolish enough to go down into the dry riverbed. They ignored the wall of water on the upstream side. Even so, I think that some might have escaped drowning. But, I don’t know if they survived the cold, though.”

Sergey let out a low whistle. “That is a miracle I’d like to see. It is amazing that people would pursue Christians when they know that God is doing a miracle to open a river.”

“Some people are very hardened, like my former commander was,” Hong said, lowering his eyes.

“Your former commander reminds me of Pharaoh from the book of Exodus,” Sergey said.

“Exodus?” Hong said. “I am not familiar with that book. It must be in the Bible.”

“It is,” Sergey said. “The king of Egypt, simply called Pharaoh, kept the children of Israel working as slaves. Eventually, when they turned their hearts more toward God, God sent Moses, an Israelite, to bring them out of Egypt. God performed mighty miracles in Egypt, such as causing water to actually turn to blood, and darkness to descend over the land for a long period of time. But, the Israelites actually had light in their dwellings.

“After ten plagues passed, and the last plague being the death of the firstborn Egyptians, Pharaoh let them go from Egypt. But, while the children of Israel were still journeying through the desert, which is in the “Sinai Peninsula,” they came to what is now called the Gulf of Aqaba. It is the east finger of the Red Sea.”

“How do they know that?” Hong asked.

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Sergey said: “Archaeologist Ron Wyatt discovered chariot wheels crusted in coral on the bottom of the sea, along a flat path through the sea floor. He and his sons got underwater footage of them. This underwater path extended from the “Sinai Peninsula” across the Gulf of Aqaba to the Arabian Peninsula. In the Arabian Peninsula, Ron and his sons, and other people to come later, discovered archeological sites identifying the real Mount Sinai or Mount Horeb.”

“Very fascinating,” Hong said, genuinely interested. “What happened to Moses?”

“So, the children of Israel reached the east finger of the Red Sea, but had no way to get across. Pharaoh had decided he wanted them back to be his slaves again. He sent chariots to capture or kill them, but God placed a thick cloud between the Egyptians and the children of Israel. Then, God opened the east finger of the Red Sea, parting the water so the Israelites could cross. The cloud lifted when the children of Israel were mostly across. Then, Pharaoh and his chariots charged in after them. But, their wheels came off in the mud because God sent angels to slow the chariots down.

“Then, when all the Israelites were across, God caused the high walls of the sea to crash together, paralyzing and drowning the Egyptians. Over thousands of years since then, coral crusted over the chariot wheels, preserving their spokes and circular shapes. One wheel Ron Wyatt saw was free of coral and made of gold. Since the wood had rotted away, Ron chose not to move it, believing it could break from being very fragile.”

“I would like to read Exodus,” Hong said, excitedly.

Hong and Sergey talked a little longer before Hong excused himself. Once the Chinese man had left, a voice called out to Sergey from behind.

“Oh, it’s you, Sergey,” a red-haired, bearded man said from Sergey’s left.

Sergey turned to see Alexei, a Russian friend of Steven.

“Alexei Khlebov,” Sergey said, shaking his hand, “It is good to see you.”

“It’s feels like a month since we last saw each other,” Alexei said. “How did it work out having that large group in your house?”

“I’ll have to tell you all about it soon, but I wonder where Jason, Steven, and Sarah are.”

“Oh,” Alexei said, “they are around here somewhere.”

Just then, a Chinese man spoke loudly to the group. “Attention, everyone, God has told me that He would like us to have a prayer time. We can split up into groups of ten and intercede however God’s Spirit leads. I feel in my spirit that our journey is going to become a little more difficult. But, pray and see what our loving Father God shows you.”

Slowly, groups began forming together. Young mothers took their children with them and had them pray with the adults while they and their husbands held the youngest children in their arms. Five groups formed a few minutes later. Each group was slightly different in size but had about ten people per group.

After about an hour had passed, a thumping sound of helicopter rotors beating the air came faintly in the distance. The Christians continued in prayer for their fellow Christians around the world, for their families, and for their friends. Others prayed that God’s protection would continue and not abate, but Steve understood from God that He would never let down His protection.

Then, as the helicopter sounds grew louder, several people looked up to the night sky, peeking through the trees. Stars appeared, twinkling in the clear night sky. The moon had moved out of sight. But, the throaty hooting of owls had stopped suddenly.

The thumping of the helicopter blades was louder than before. Now, Steve could see a dark shape coming through the night sky. Its lights had been shut off, but the sound was undeniably revealing that it was much closer than other helicopters had been a while ago.

Hong Yi looked up and gasped. “They must have spotted us. They’re closing in fast.” 

Several people gulped, but the Christians closed their eyes and prayed. They had seen God’s deliverance from soldiers days before. Now, it was time to trust God again for a deliverance.

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

“Should we run?” a Russian man asked his group of ten.

“Dear God, please save us,” a Russian lady cried.

“Yury, there is no where we can go where those soldiers will not try to hunt us down,” Steve said, overhearing him speak. “But, we must not be afraid.”

“Then, what do we do?” Yury, the Russian man, asked fearfully.

“Watch what God will do,” Steve said, feeling God’s Spirit prompting him.

The Chinese soldiers were now on the ground only fifty yards away. But, the foliage was more sparse between the soldiers and the Christians than in other sections of the forest. The Chinese soldiers spread out into groups of three and began combing the forest, heading toward the Christians. ‘Somehow,’ Steve thought, ‘their heat sensors must have detected this large group of people under the dense forest canopy … and the pillar of fire.’ Steve smiled to himself and shook his head as he realized that their situation was something God was allowing to happen. After all, the pillar of fire would provide a large heat signature on sensitive detection equipment.

Bushes rustled a short distance away, drawing more fearful glances. In moments, the Chinese soldiers had reached the Christians, after scraping through bushes and scanning around trees and boulders. Seeing the Christians, the soldiers coldly raised their bullpup machine guns and prepared to unleash a torrent of fire with less than forty feet separating them from their targets. Then, a fearful thought crossed Sergey’s mind: ‘Would God allow us to die?’


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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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