The Sons of Destiny (The Reluctant Hero Trilogy Book 3) (11 page)

Epilogue

Judah approached Daniel with a Bible in his hands.

After greeting each other, Judah said, “We want to share more with you as to who we are.”

“What is that?” asked Daniel, pointing to the book.

“A Bible. What I want to share is in the Bible.”

“How so?”

“The Apostle John wrote the Book of Revelation when he saw many visions of the future. He had a vision of souls who had passed on. He asked an angel, ‘These in white robes—who are they, and where did they come from?’”

“The angel answered, ‘Out of the great tribulation.’”

Daniel looked surprised. “Can you explain?”

“Yes. I want to.” Judah opened his Bible. “Let me read it to you from Revelation chapter fourteen in the NIV.”

He read, “The Lamb of God was standing on Mount Zion, and with him 144,000 who had his name and his Father’s name written on their foreheads. And I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder. The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps. And they sang a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and the elders. No one could learn the song except the 144,000 who had been redeemed from the earth. These are those who did not defile themselves with women, for they remained virgins. They follow the Lamb wherever he goes. They were purchased from among mankind and offered as first fruits to God and the Lamb. No lie was found in their mouths; they are blameless.

“Then I saw another angel flying in mid-air, and he had the eternal gospel to proclaim to those who live on the earth—to every nation, tribe, language and people. He said in a loud voice, ‘Fear God and give him glory, because the hour of his judgment has come. Worship him who made the heavens, the earth, the sea and the springs of water.’

“A second angel followed and said, ‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great,’ which made all the nations drink the maddening wine of her adulteries.”

Judah looked up. “I am going to skip down a few verses.”

He continued reading. “I looked, and there before me was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one like a son of man with a crown of gold on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand.
Then another angel came out of the temple and called in a loud voice to him who was sitting on the cloud, ‘Take your sickle and reap, because the time to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is ripe.’ So he who was seated on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested.

“Another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle.
Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, ‘Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth’s vine, because its grapes are ripe.’ The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great wine press of God’s wrath.
They were trampled in the wine press outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 furlongs.”

“What does that mean?” Daniel was shocked.

“It is about us, the Sons of Destiny: We will someday be among the 144,000. We must not defile ourselves with women, but remain virgins.”

Daniel looked serious. “That must be hard.”

“God gives us strength. We also are to keep the ten commandments. When we do break one, we immediately confess it to God.”

“And he forgives you?”

“Yes.” He laughed and said, “Amen! Praise and glory and wisdom and thanks and honor and power and strength be to our God forever and ever. Amen!”

The End

~~~~~

And it’s the end of the
Reluctant Hero Trilogy
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If you enjoyed it, then I encourage you to check out my latest series,
The Stargazers Trilogy
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Under the Blood Moon

The Stargazers Trilogy #1

by Summer Lee

Blood moons. An unlikely messenger. Is it the end of days?

Eric has a gift—a gift of premonition and a supernatural connection to the blood moon. As well as the physical signs of the times—extreme weather, violent earthquakes and more—what Eric sees in his prophetic dreams may be warnings that God’s plans for Israel are coming to fruition.

Eric’s sister, Sybil, believes he is a messenger to the world and that something big is coming. And it’s something bad.

Dr. Caladasian is the head of research at the Dream Institute in Seattle, Washington. He’s a scientist who refuses to dabble in pseudoscience, but he does have a way to record people’s dreams.

Torn between her loyalty to her brother and her desire to view his dreams, Sybil makes Eric into Dr. Caladasian’s unwitting research subject. Astounded by what they see on the video of Eric’s dream, Sybil and Dr. Caladasian are invited to a panel where they meet Solomon Dancer, a Messianic Jew with knowledge about the Blood Moons—their meanings, and the events as they relate to the Jewish calendar. Solomon believes that Eric’s dreams are a message to the Jews.

Someone else is interested in Eric’s blood moon dreams, too. Separated from Sybil during the chaos of a disaster, Eric is kidnapped by someone who wants him to track the blood moons and aims to learn his secrets—the kidnapper is having the same types of dreams.

Now parted, the siblings pray for each other that they may be spared in the coming Battle of Armageddon. There is only one way to save themselves—their acceptance of Jesus as their Savior.

Traumatic events are occurring, but is Eric really the chosen one to tell the world that the end of days is upon them? From the Bible and from Eric’s prophetic dreams, they know what’s going to happen. The big question is when. Will any of them survive the coming end of days that God’s Word promised would wipe out most of the human race?

UNDER THE BLOOD MOON is a novel about the impending end times on Earth by acclaimed Christian author Summer Lee.

Under the Blood Moon

by Summer Lee

Stargazers Trilogy #1

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Chapter One

In my rose garden, a sudden wind fluttered the pages of my Bible and marked a verse in Psalms with a single raindrop. “I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders.”

I closed my Bible and looked up. Apparently, a storm had arisen while I’d been engrossed. I zipped my Bible into its protective case, but did not make a move to go indoors.

Dark foreboding clouds, the likes of which I had never seen, roiled overhead. The wind blew hard, and I heard its rising moans—they sounded like the deep neighs of horses—but I was most mesmerized by the unusual clouds, which were lit from within by crackling forks of lightning in white, red, black and pale green.

The clouds took on a disposition of their own, shaping and reshaping into two long-tailed cones that whipped and whirled across the sky and flicked the ground, lifting debris into the vortex. The funnel clouds looked like dueling tornadoes, but we had never had a tornado in our area. And then, the twin tornadoes split, so that there were four of them.

I gasped. Now, my eyes were really riveted to the sky.

I lived in a village in a northern state where the wind blew a lot, but nothing like this. My hair snapped in that hard wind and I held it back to look at the funnel clouds.

I had been reading the Book of Isaiah, in which he had spoken of a storm. Was this it, then? A sign? Were we at the end of this age?

As I stared into the darkened haze of whirling clouds, I saw a brilliant being riding a blazing red horse. I gasped when he descended from the center of the spinning clouds and rode toward me.

The rider was an angel clothed in brilliant white, with glowing wings and a shining countenance. I gasped as the snorting horse came directly toward me, his nostrils flared and his eyes wild with an inner light. While the angel dismounted, the horse was restless to be off again—he stamped his feet impatiently.

The sight was so bright that my eyes watered. I squatted down behind a bush and hid my face, but one cannot hide from angels.

“Come forth, Martha!” he demanded, but the voice was in my head.

“Who are you?” I asked aloud, trembling.

“Do not be afraid,” he said, his voice now echoing across the land as if he breathed thunder. “I have come to bless you, not harm you.”

Still, I could not help but be terrified. I stammered, “But who
are
you?”

In a strong masculine voice, he said, “I am your protective angel, one sent to inform you how you will keep God’s children safe from the final destruction.”

The voice was male, but the smooth, beautiful face and hair were that of a woman. Barefoot with a glistening robe that reached to his feet, he also wore a gold belt.

“Why did you come to see
me
?”

“You are chosen by God to be a final messenger to Earth. You will be a spokesperson to the world.” His voice echoed as if he were standing in a box canyon.

“Really?” I was stunned. “I don’t know anything about being a messenger.”

He stood firm, a glow surrounding him, as he grasped my hand. “You are a
chosen
messenger, my child. God will tell you what to say.”

“How?” I asked, a tremor in my voice.

“He will use me.”

“Who are you? What is your name?” I asked.

“Your tongue cannot pronounce my angel name,” he replied as his feet glided gently across the ground. “You may call me Walker.”

He circled me and came back to face me.

“Walker, you came out of the darkened cloud of four tornadoes. Why did you choose to do so? Is this the end of the world?” I asked, staring at him. “Is that why you’re here?”

“Not exactly.”

At that second, lightning flashed across the darkened sky. I jumped and screamed. “Oh!”

“Look up into the sky,” he said.

I looked.

“What do you see, Martha?”

I put my hand over my face and peeked through my fingers. “A super storm cell is circling above my head, and there are four tails in the storm,” I answered as the thunder vibrated through the atmosphere. Now, swirling clouds as black as ebony were just above our heads, forming a four-pronged cone. I shouted, “Four tornadoes! Make them go away.”

The angel motioned to the four-pronged clouds and they moved away. “This is just a warning. Another tornado will come soon—one like no other.”

“Is it coming now? Is this is the end of the world?”

“No. This is just a precursor of things to come shortly.”

“A precursor?”

“The devastating tempest that is coming will be more than a disruption in the atmosphere,” he said. “Every good thing that mankind has produced for himself will turn against him. There will be famine and war at the same time. After it starts, there will be the tempest that will last until the end of the age.”

“What is it all about?”

“The ownership of the Earth. The Son of God will reveal himself as the king of the universe. The final decision of who really owns the world will be declared.”

“Earth ownership?”

“The title deed to the world will be given to the rightful owner, Martha. A usurper has been running it until now.”

I knew he meant…
Satan
. “Who is the rightful owner?” I asked, just to ensure that I was talking to one of
God’s
angels.

“The one who paid the price for it,” he said. “The title deed is written on a scroll which the Heavenly Father hands to the Lamb of God.”

“Why is the title deed of the Earth on a scroll?” I asked.

“Earth is the property that God gave to Adam. All Adam had to do was obey God, and he could keep it.”

“But he disobeyed.” I knew that from childhood, but was confused why it was an issue
now
. “Was there a dispute?”

“The serpent in the Garden of Eden was possessed by the devil himself,” said Walker. “That devil lied to Adam and Eve through the serpent. They believed his lies. The rest is history.”

“So, Satan won the dispute and began ruling over the Earth,” I said hesitantly.

“Exactly.” Walker spoke earnestly. “He had control until the cross. Jesus bought back the world, paid for it with his own blood.”

“So, God will give the title deed to the Lamb because he earned the right to open it.”

“Precisely.” Walker turned, motioning with both hands. “Jesus died, rose again and has been growing a large family to share the Earth with ever since. As soon as all his children are born again, he’ll come for them.”

“And that will be when the tribulation begins?”

“Exactly.”

“How will I know?”

“You’ll know. You will learn all about it, beginning now.”

“How so?”

“You will have visions and dreams.” Walker tilted his head.

I was puzzled. “I will? Really?”

“Yes, and to make sense of them, I, personally, will give you instruction to read in the Word of God.”

“You mean in my Bible?”

“Of course. The whole truth is in there.”

“It is a thick book. What part should I read now?” I asked.

“I will guide you. The power is in the Word. You must read it for yourself in order to absorb it,” he said. Motioning to the horse and raising one hand toward heaven, he pointed and said, “Go.” Lightning flew out of his fingertips, and his horse disappeared back into the cloud.

Suddenly, I saw another horse with an awesome angel ride out of the cloud and follow the first one across the sky. And then, another. And another. The cloud now had a silver lining—the tornadoes had vanished. I felt a peace. “Can you explain this?” I asked the angel as raindrops splattered around us.

“The Great Tribulation will be here soon,” Walker said sternly. “You must tell everyone.”

I felt suspicious. Studying his eyes, I muttered, “Me? Really?”

“Find a dry place to sit down, Martha, and I will tell you about the Great Tribulation,” the angel said. There was thunder and lightning again. It rained harder.

I motioned toward the house. “Let’s go inside, out of the rain.”

He followed me into the house, and I made us each a cup of steaming tea. We seated ourselves at the kitchen table. Placing a platter of butter cookies in the middle of the table, I said, “Okay. Tell me about the Great Tribulation. How is it that
I
was chosen to warn people about escaping the wrath of God?”

“There will be four strong kingdoms in the end times. One from each corner of the Earth—North, South, East, West. The Tribulation will begin with them and last seven years, but the last three and a half years will be a living hell with one man being the world leader. The Bible says the big war is coming, even though that is not what mortals want.”

“I see. How is that connected to my assignment?”

“You will prepare people on Earth to receive the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

“Which are. . .”

“Which are described by John of Patmos in his Book of Revelation.”

“The last book of the New Testament?”

“Yes. Chapter six tells of a scroll that God is holding in his right hand. It has seven seals holding it shut.” He moved to the other side of me. “The Lamb of God and the Lion of Judah are one and the same. It is how Jesus Christ reveals himself. You will need to go online and to the library to find examples of world reactions to blessings and curses of God.” He sighed. “The horses of heaven have been on many assignments through the annals of time. They are like a border patrol.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Since the end is nearly here, will this be the last time the horsemen patrol the Earth?”

“They will usher in the Great Tribulation, and you must warn the world to prepare to meet God.” He looked me right in the eye. “There are seven seals. When Jesus opens the first four seals, he will summon four beings riding on white, red, black, and pale horses.”

The sky lit up at that moment, as thunder rumbled across the sky. I closed the window, finding myself shivering in fear.

“Do not be afraid.” He then told me that I was to tell the world that Armageddon was at hand. It was important to know that the horses would come on the scene first, before all the tribulation. It felt to me as if Armageddon was already here. “People in your day need to know the signs of the times. It is your Divine Destiny to tell them, so that some will repent.”

I felt weak and frightened. “Walker, I can’t do that alone. I need help,” I said. “Will you please send someone to help me get the message out?”

“Yes; you do have a guest room, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Amanda the prophetess will come stay with you whenever you need her help.”

“Really? Have you already arranged this?”

“Yes, I have. Amanda will be here in the morning.”

“I do not even know her!” I protested.

“She is likable.”

“How long will she be here?”

“Invite her to stay a night or two at a time.”

“I’ll do that,” I said. “Will she tell me something about the future, Walker?”

“I can’t promise you what she will say. She is a gifted woman.”

“Can you tell me something right now? What will the nations do in the future?” I felt my heartbeat quicken. “What do they want?”

“Peace, of course, but people want peace without the Prince of Peace.” His hands were shaking, which frightened me. “What about you? If you could ask, what would you want in the future, Martha?”

“Peace, joy, love.” I momentarily clamped my lips together, thinking. “It is not what I want, but what is actually coming on Earth that matters. I fear that there are those who want to control the nations and make everyone live passively, like robots that serve humans instead of God.”

“You are right,” said the angel. “Most nations have evil leaders. Your main assignment is to write a pamphlet that exposes the evil coming from each nation that has a wicked agenda for Israel and their king.”

“Their king? You mean Jesus. Is he their king?” I still felt fear. Just having a real live angel in my home was scary. The storm outside made it worse.

“Yes, Jesus is the king of the universe. Those usurpers who want to oust him will be destroyed. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will come to Earth to expose them.”

With those words, he faded away.

The clouds above were getting lighter by the moment.

At that moment, I saw four heavenly horses galloping through the clouds across the broad heavens. One was white, one was red, one was black, and one was pale green. Before returning to heaven, they whinnied and pranced in place, eager for the battle to begin, preparing to come to Earth:

Galloping, galloping, galloping.