Free The Camouflaged Cross: Tales Of Christian Preppers In The End Times (Just Run Book 1) by Cal Wilson Page B

possible, and that is funny,” Jesse paused. “Well, kind of funny. But I’m saying something important here.”
     
    “OK, sorry.”
     
    “No, that’s OK. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Jesse looked at the other men there. “Look, whether Jesus said ‘cloak’ or ‘coat,’ He did say to just run when you see the Abomination of Desolation. That is what we saw, so we made the call to the radio station, they did their thing, everyone heard the song, and we all met here as planned. We are now in the End Times. Get used to it. And don’t be shocked.”
     
    Jesse took a breath. “And one thing about the End Times is that Christians get betrayed, turned in, tortured, and killed. Jesus said that if God didn’t end it all and rapture everyone, all Christians everywhere would end up getting killed. Jesus told us that we are to expect some pretty horrible things to happen to us, and He didn’t even try to sugar-coat it. He told us to just run.”
     
    “I see,” Andrew said. “So what you’re saying is that what happened to Kirk should not be a shock.”
     
    “Well, yeah. In fact, it is going to get much worse than this.” Jesse looked around the camp. “I’m starting to think that we aren’t seriously prepared for what we have ahead of us. What is straight ahead for us. We’re not even close.”
     
    Jesse looked back at the duffel bag. “Well, I need to stop ranting for now, because we need to bury Kirk’s body. We can take a few minutes to do that. But then, we need to all have a serious talk about what we can expect in the future, and what we need to do to prepare for it. We all got up here safely, but the guys who did this to Kirk might be coming back and we need to be ready.”
     
    “What do you mean? Like, weapons training?” Andrew asked. “Sounds kind of silly, don’t you think?”
     
    “I don’t know. I mean, I’m just thinking it over right now. Give me a few minutes. Maybe a couple of hours. We will have another camp meeting on the subject. Maybe we can brainstorm.”
     
    “Alright, first let’s do the funeral,” Chuck suggested. Jesse pushed the game cart towards a more wooded part of the camp, where a long hole had been dug, surrounded by some lawn chairs. Kathy and the other men followed.
     
     
     
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CHAPTER 11
     
     
     
    Jesse looked behind him, down the road, in the direction of the observation post. “This must be Wallace.” Jesse turned to Peter. “Peter, can you take the cart please?”
     
    “Sure,” Peter answered, and took the game cart and wheeled it in the direction of the grave.
     
    Jesse walked towards Wallace, and reached out his hand to shake Wallace’s hand. “Hi, I’m Jesse.”
     
    “I hear you’re the platoon leader here,” Wallace shook Jesse’s hand. “Wallace Sturges. Nice to meet you.”
     
    “Well, my wife and I own the property here. I’m just a benevolent dictator.”
     
    “OK.”
     
    “Nice to meet you too. Hey, I remember you from church.” Jesse introduced everyone. “Here’s Andrew, Jim, DJ, Don, Chuck, and Kathy.” Everyone shook hands. “Hi,” Kathy said.
     
    Jim said, “Hey, I remember you from church. You sat in the back row.”
     
    “Yep, that was me. Lots of good legroom back there.”
     
    Jesse looked at the fish Wallace was carrying. “Oh, I hear you caught these at the lake, then hiked 15 miles to get here. How did you get through the roadblock?”
     
    “I never came across it. I stay off all roads. Strictly an off-road kind of guy,” Wallace smiled.
     
    “Incredible,” Chuck marveled.
     
    “Well, make yourself at home, Wallace. We’re going to have a funeral pretty soon. A friend of ours got killed.”
     
    “I heard. Tracy told me. And they guys who did it got away.” Wallace handed the fish to Jesse. “Were those the guys in the chopper?”
     
    “Thanks. Oh, we don’t know. Probably.” Jesse looked at the fish. “I’ll give these fish to whoever is cooking the dinner