"I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth"
Father David Abraham was born in a small village in the North East of England called Holtby. He was born into a small family, with a number of cousins but no siblings of his own. It was a small community and very much centred around the church, the school and the local pub which also served as a community centre. He joined the church choir as a boy and found the love of god through the music. Although content and happy, there was always something missing, a yearning for the great outdoors. At the age of 17 he broke the mould of his family and rather than continue to work as a farm hand like his father and cousins, he joined the british army to travel the world and see the sights. Through the army he became ordained and transferred into the The Royal Army Chaplains' Department (RAChD). He served as a chaplin for 15 years until the age of 35 when he was reaching retirement age.
His father had also become sick at this point through lung cancer and he left the army to move back home to help his mother look after his dying father. It was time well spent and through his faith in god he battled through the emotions and grief when his father finally passed. Another 6 months passed and his mother become ill through a broken heart. When she passed, and with no wife or children of his own, there was nothing to keep him at home anymore and the family home was sold to his uncle so it would remain in the family.
He had read of priests traveling the world and spreading the word of God and he decided he would do the same. He had never been to eastern Europe and being a Christian country with religion focused primarily on The Georgian Apostolic Autocephalous Orthodox Church. This Church was one of the oldest in the world and this really interested him greatly so he decided that’s where he would start. He used his house sale money to purchase everything he needed and caught a flight to Eastern Europe. He travelled for 6 months through Georgia, meeting lots of interesting people and learning a little about the culture. He learnt to recognise some of the text/writing but had difficulty in learning to speak Russian. On leaving Georgia he travelled west to Chenarus. He had found temporary residence in Novodmitrovsk (НОВОДМИТРОВСК) and had been visiting the church on the hill for a few weeks when the outbreak hit.
In the early days he took on the role of providing spiritual support to those families affected but soon the problem became much bigger than he could ever manage and his own safety was under threat. On one notable night a huge storm hit and this became a turning point for him. He locked himself in the church with a few remaining members of the local community of North Novo and stayed there for around 1 week. They ate the tinned supplies they had brought and the apples they had gathered from the trees in the gardens. They drank the water from the font which was ironic considering the apocolyspe that was going on around them. After the week, things seemed to become quieter and eventually they started to exit the church to find remaining survivors. There were very few survivors or wildlife and the busy town had become a ghost town. There were cars burnt out in the streets, looters had smashed windows and buildings were empty. Those humans that were left, were wandering the streets and possessed by the demons of satan himself. Was this biblical scale of mass destruction a message from God?
After the Outbreak David was plagued with his own guilt on how the world had become. He felt equally responsible for what he considers Gods message to mankind that he can take away what he gave, just as he did with the Garden of Eden.
As a man of Faith David took this especially hard and hid away from society for a while, in a small hut in the northern forests, where he took time to re-evaluate himself and the way forward.
Once he had finished this grieving period for mankind, he came to the conclusion that this was a message from God. It was a message that God was not happy with Humankind and had wiped the slate clean for a fresh start. As a reminder to those he had spared to start a new world, he left behind those that had deep routed sins, now soulless shells containing satans demons.
He has recently joined with a group that have established a retention facility on prison island. This is giving him a great opportunity to speak with the troubled souls that occupy the cells and hopefully allow them some inner peace and faith that the path they currently walk towards the fires of Hell, can be diverted to lead to God.
Now a twist in the tale is that David had always struggled with his own Demons. While serving in the British army and attached to N06 Commando Unit he believes he was visited in his nightmares. These nightmares started after a very bloody encounter in a small village approx. 5 miles NE of Baghdad. These Nightmares continued during his whole time in Iraq and each month got stronger and more vivid. They encouraged and willed David to take up arms and slay the sinners in the name of the Lord, to take up the forged sword. David resisted and left the army at the earliest retirement age to go back home and help nurse his father who was dying.
The nightmares never returned after leaving the army and traveling the world and spreading the good faith of the lord was finally giving David some peace. Even during the outbreak, the nightmares never returned and David thought he was free of the demon in his head.
That was until recently, when David was held up at Gun point, along with his Prison colleagues by a group of militants. They tortured his co-workers/friends, they called him a child abuser, they threatened to put a grenade in his mouth and hang him off a cliff and one of the prisoners he had looked to protect had turned on him too. He thought this may be the end. He did not fear death as it meant he would finally walk the path of light to the lord but he feared the anguish he saw before him. He was finally let go by his captors as they mocked the lords name and demanded David no longer serve the lord. They fired upon him as he walked away.
On the way back to the island, in the middle of a forest, he became aware of the wind in the trees, the creaking of the branches, the call of the creatures laying roost for the evening and he could feel the blood rushing through the veins in his head. It all went black. He awoke face down in a pile of rotting leaves. Trees all around. The trees were calling his name, the wind whistled like the hiss of a viper about to strike and he rose to his feet. His head so swollen with blood pumping through his veins it felt like he would explode. The headache was intense. He grasped his head with both hands and pushed as hard as he could. He screamed outloud and birds took flight into the sky. Then it stopped. Everything went silent. The trees hushed a soothing tone, the wind cooled his face. Peace.
But not a peace like he had known before. This was a strange inner peace. A melancholy type of peace. For the first time in his life he knew what he had to do. A clear direction and path to walk. The Horsemen of the apocalypse had started the cleansing but it was not complete. There were sinners that walked the earth, true evil, dressed as men and women and children. He knelt to the floor on one knee and ran his finger through the earth between the leaves. He lifted his hand and drew a cross on his forehead…… he muttered the words, ’lord, I will do your blessing. I will not falter. I will not rest until the sinners have seen repentance. Have faith in me lord, as I have faith in your gospel. I will not fail’……
He rose to his feet and peered through trees and the setting sun to the silhouette of the prison on the horizon. He lifted his bag back on to his back, dusted off the leaves and started the long walk back home.
"When you hear of wars and rumors of wars, do not be alarmed; this must take place, but the end is still to come" (Mark 13:7)"