Bitter: Baqash Origins

By C.E. Wilson

Chris had just suffered through the worst earthquake imaginable. Then, a short time later, a second earthquake rocked the entire world. After those two devastating events, God sends a messenger to him. "Haven't I done enough for God? I'm a bitter, old man. Let me rest in peace."

But to Chris' dismay God sent him on a 2000 mile journey to the Mohave Desert and didn't bother to explain to him why...

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.E. Wilson
• Release date: Dec 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370296118

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Bitter (Baqash Origins)

By C. E. Wilson

Bitter (Baqash Origins)

By C. E. Wilson

Published by C. E. Wilson

© 2017 C. E. Wilson

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the express written permission from the publisher, except in brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Unless otherwise indicated, all Scripture quotations are from the ESV® Bible (The Holy Bible, English Standard Version®), copyright © 2001 by Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover by C. E. Wilson

Author Photo by Brent Shermann

Dedicated to:

Our Father, Son, and Holy Spirit – The Blessed Trinity

Thanks:

If not for these people this book would never have

been written:

My Beloved Bride – M. S.

Phyllis H., Mark O., Steve W., Melissa M., John S.

There are so many more to include: Elders, Pastors, and Small Group Members. Everyone we encounter shapes us into who we are today and who we will become in the future. God uses these people to shape us into the very image of Christ.

Table of Contents

Dedicated to:

Thanks:

Timeline:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Plan of Salvation

About the Author:

Other Books by the Author:

Baqash - Chapter 1

Timeline:

20 Years Prior to Baqash:

* Unnamed (Baqash Origins) - Forthcoming

1st – 4th Seal:

* Apophis (Baqash Origins)

5th – 6th Seal:

* October Falling (Baqash Origins)

7th Seal:

* Bitter (Baqash Origins)

1st – 3rd Trumpet:

* Unnamed (Baqash Origins) – Forthcoming

4th Trumpet:

* Baqash

* Darash (Baqash Book 2)

5th Trumpet:

* Sha’al (Baqash Book 3)

* Zeteo [Begins] (Baqash Book 4) - Forthcoming

6th Trumpet:

- Two Witnesses Killed - 3.5 year mark

* Zeteo [Ends] (Baqash Book 4) - Forthcoming

7th Trumpet:

* Ginomai [Begins] (Baqash Book 5) – Forthcoming

1st – 7th Bowl:

* Ginomai [Ends] (Baqash Book 5) – Forthcoming

Chapter 1

Chris reached over and turned up the dial on the old school crank radio. A woman’s voice broadcast over the new One World radio frequency. "We have received reports that our telescopes in space are tracking a meteor which could possibly impact earth. President Apophis has named this particular meteor: ‘Wormwood’."

Apophis’ voice crackled over the radio. "I have implemented a plan to destroy this meteor before it crashes into earth. We cannot allow anything to destroy our sovereign way of life."

Sovereign?! The only one sovereign is God. Chris turned the radio off. Wormwood is on its way and cannot be stopped. He scanned the debris which surrounded his rubble-strewn house in which he sat. The first earthquake destroyed almost everything. And then there was a second earthquake. Next, hail and fire will be thrown down. You’d think that mankind will give up its sinful ways when they see that come down! But they won’t. He looked at a chair which sat in the corner of his living room opposite his rocker in which he sat. How many times have you ever seen hail and fire come out of the sky at the same time? That will be wondrous to see.

Chris laughed to himself. He unwound his scarf from around his neck, flipped back the hood of his coat, and finally took off his sock cap. Wisps of white hair danced in the light breeze. He rubbed his scarf over his head and then pulled his cap back on. I need to stop talking to myself. Someone will think I’m crazy. He stood, went over to the broken window, and peered out at the surrounding neighborhood. His shelter stood at the very edge of town. The whole town was practically a pile of rubble. There’s no one around to listen to me anyway. He laughed.

Where was I? Oh, yes. And then the creatures living in the seas will die because of the blood. He pulled his head back inside of the building and put his hood back up over his head. Then, he wrapped the scarf around his neck. Was that before or after a third of the trees and grasses were burned? He walked to the utility room where he had set up a cozy living space. It was devoid of windows, and when he shut the door, there was hardly any breeze. He