No one in the vehicle spoke a word as they left the compound. Ming could hear
explosions as well as bullets deflecting off of the vehicle. She couldn't see
anything since there were no windows. Across from her she saw a figure seated
across from her, dressed in all black camouflage covering everything part of the
body except a portion of the face. Even the face was painted black. Other
people were sitting inside the vehicle on each side. Chen was on a stretcher in
the middle of the seats.
Ming was curious. "Who are these people?" she thought. She didn't see any
flags or symbols to indicate what country they represented or what military unit
was taking her and Chen away from the compound. She assumed they were a
rescue unit but she wasn't absolutely sure. Just as she was about to speak, she
felt a hand grip her arm, in a split second she felt a prick of a needle. She then
"She is stable commander. She should be coming out of it in the next few
Ming heard these words spoken in English as she awoke. She saw a blurry
figure taking her pulse and checking a chart at the side of her bed. Ming knew
some English so she asked, "Where am I please?"
The nurse attending her put a hand on Ming's forehead and said, "It's okay
honey. You are safe now. Just get some rest."
"Chen? Where is my brother Chen?" Ming was frantic.
"Sweetie he needed some surgery. He was a lot worse off than you but he's
gonna be okay. You'll get to see him soon." She answered.
Ming looked around the room. It was a fully furnished hospital room. Nothing
like she had seen before. There were flat screen monitors everywhere. The
nurse was looking at one of the flat screens with her back to Ming. The door to
the room opened and a man dressed in a green camouflage uniform entered.
"How's our new patient doin'?" He asked.
"She is doing well sir. Just a little groggy." The nurse answered.
The man approached Ming. He went from speaking his Southeastern U.S.
English accent to Korean as he addressed her.
"How are you Ming?" He asked.
"I am feeling okay but worried about my brother. Can I see him please?" She
"Yes, you will see him as soon as he is out of recovery. We won't keep you from
him." He answered.
"Who -- who are you?" Ming asked.
"I am Gabriel. I am the commander here." He answered.
"Commander Gabriel, where am I?" Ming asked.
“You are in a safe place. We aren’t going to harm you or keep you against your
will. We are here to help you get better and back out on the mission field."
"I don't understand" Ming was puzzled. "You are with the missions?"
Gabriel smiled slightly, turned, nodded to the nurse and left the room.
In a remote location in the Sudan, Chumara is leading his congregation in song.
The small crowd of 20 people are singing nervously. They are nervous because
they see Sudanese military soldiers surrounding their tiny building with their rifles
aimed in their direction.
“Keep your eyes focused on Jesus,” Chumara pleads with his congregation. “If
we are counted worthy to give our lives for His name, let us sing His praises if it
shall be our final breath.”
The faithful souls regain their focus. Instead of the nervous singing, they put
their souls into their voices and raised their hands even higher.
“At my command,” Yelled the commanding officer of the Sudanese Army. “In the
name of Allah, let us eliminate this evil presence in our country.”
The soldiers set aim of their weapons. Each finger, pulling on the trigger. Soon,
the evil force would be extinguished. The congregation inside continued singing.
Moments away from their names etched in the pages of Christian martyrdom.
The Sudanese commander yelled, “FIRE!”
Suddenly, there were several flashes of bright lights around the building. The
Sudanese military troops who, just moments ago trained on the inhabitants of the
Christian church, became disoriented and turned their weapons on each other.
Almost in precise unison, shots were fired into each other as all of the troops
surrounding the church fell to the ground. The commanding officer, stunned at
the developments, ran into the jungle brush nearby in fear.
Nearly two miles away, on a ridge above the church building, several four-
wheelers were lined up. Smoke continued to clear from the cannons that had
just fired Guardian Angel missiles at the Sudanese military unit. Dressed in dark
camouflage uniforms, the men and women responsible for the operation, gave
each other a high five then they offered praise to God for a successful
intervention for their brothers and sisters in Christ.
One of the men picked up the radio. “Commander, we are pleased to report that
the mission has been accomplished.”
At the other end of the transmission, Gabriel was smiling. “Thanks be to our
God. Return to Gideon Force headquarters.”