Next Gen- Ready to Go

Veronica took care not to step on the broken glass that lay on the floor. She was almost horrified at the devastation that the kids had made of their Sporemon Adoption center. Almost. She was still mad at her Mom, and to show it, she huffed, and plopped down on a bench, arms across her chest, legs crossed, and a scowl on her face. Serves Mom right that the Liberation Troop came and ransacked the place. Her mom didn't care about her. Why, she couldn't even wear the same things her friends did. And her mother even disliked her friends, even though they were the most popular girls in school. What was so great about Jesus anyway? Shouldn't you have as much fun as you can now when you're young?

 Ali sighed. She knew that look in her daughter's eyes. She had been the same way at her age, 13, almost 14. She only cared about what was popular, and even sometimes treated her family like dirt. Tears almost sprang to her eyes. No, worse then dirt. Then she felt.... something. It like arms were holding her, giving her a hug. No one was there. Then a voice whispered in her ear "Focus on what's now, not what was."

Jesus was right. She had been absolutely selfish back then, but now, because an amazing Savior came and saved her, and her whole family, she had been reborn. Not a thing of dirt, but a Sapphire. A loud WHOOSH sounded outside the Center. The cavalry had arrived, and the General would be defeated with the same power of Christ, that helped those poor, four Sporemon, so many years ago.

 Andrew, Alissa, Marilee, and Cody hugged their parents. It was time to leave for another world.

"We love you, and we'll be praying for safe travel." Sara said, and kissed Andrew and Alissa on the head.

Sam put a hand on each of their shoulders. "My adventures on Threa changed me for the better," he said. "And I'll be asking God to guide you kids to become the young Man and Woman He wants you to become."

Kay and Darbin each hugged their children. "Whatever God needs you to do," Kay said, "Do it with faith, love, courage, and hope."

Marilee smiled at the word "hope". It reminded her of the time she and Alissa parodied the Andrew Peterson song "In the Night".

"Well," Andrew cried, "Lets go save us a universe!"

To Be Continued......  

Next Generation- Real?

continued from New year New Story- Next Generation



Mr. Mills turned the blaring alarm off. 

"Thanks, I could hardly hear myself think." Sara, now a grown woman, said. She sat down in a chair and looked at the four children. Two of them, Andrew and Alissa were her own God-loving teens. The other two were her friend's, Kay Phillips, children, Marilee and Cody. "You all deserve to hear the truth," she said  "would you please tell them, Dear?" Sara motioned to Sam O'Bon, once her best friend, now her husband.  Sam nodded.

"You know the story of how Mrs. Phillips and I found the portal, became friends with your mother, and saved the whole darn universe from destruction," The kids nodded. "And that it was a game we three played when we were young, like Marilee and Alissa's Sargonia game."

Alissa piped up "You mean the one where we travel to another world, right Dad?"

Sam nodded. "That's the one, Sweetheart. You thought we made up Threa in our imagination, but..."

"It was real," Cody finished for him. 

"Yes," Mr. Mills said, taking a dusty box off a shelf. "And this will take you kids to Threa."

"Now wait one minute, Mr. Mills, why can't the adults go?" Kay stood up, hands on her hips.

"It's a new age on Threa, Kay, and a new age needs a new generation. Would you please allow your young ones to go?"

"I'm sorry if I sounded mad," Kay replied. "I just wanted to know why the original Savers wouldn't be going."

Andrew gave all the parents a thumbs up. "Don't worry. We'll look out for each other and be an example of Christ like you taught us to be."

Mr. Mills took out an old looking gun. It was the same portal gun which drew Sam and Kay to Threa.

"You kids ready?" He asked.

To be continued      

New year, New story- Next Generation

  “I don’t care. You are not wearing one, Veronica. I wore one when I was your age, and when I accepted Christ, I stopped. When we get to the shop, I have a Bible, so we can look up scriptures about morals.”

Ali Charles, now grown and married, wondered how her daughter could be so much like her at that age, caring only about what was popular. When she was young, she had tried to destroy the whole race of creatures called Sporemon, but when a group of kids called the Christianity Savers had shown her Christ’s love, she repented.

 She looked at the Mill’s estate, now a Sporemon Adoption center, down the path. Her daughter Veronica was sulking behind her. How ironic that her mother hoped she would have kids just like her someday. She loved Veronica, and she didn’t want her daughter to go down a destructive path. She reached into her pocket and drew out a key to the center. “I love you and I don’t want you to end up like I was, V.” she said. The lock clicked and she entered the room. “Oh, no! We need to contact Earth, now!"




“O’Bon family, come forward,” Mr. Mills, now a proud grandfather said.

Sam O’Bon beamed as Sara held his hand and nudged her children toward her father. All the years of waiting and praying for a godly wife and children had paid off. Of their two young teens, Andrew was named for the disciple, and Alissa was named for truth with the spelling to honor their friend, Ali Charles. Sam looked at their friends, Kay and Darbin Phillips, and their children. Marilee was a thin, freckled girl with bright red hair and his daughter’s best friend. Cody, a black-haired boy around his son’s age, was Andrew’s best friend. It was great that his childhood friend’s children were best friends with his own. Mr. Mills baptized Alissa, and then Andrew.

“In name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, you are now a new creature in Christ.” Mr. Mills said.

Then, Kay’s children were next. All the children felt clean, and fresh, as if their old selves had died inside of them, and they were remade.  

After a dinner of fish patties, the clink of metal filled the living room. The kids were in a battle royal of Cosmotops, a game with small, plastic tops. The parents were catching up on news. Suddenly an alarm sounded. Everyone covered their ears.

“Dad, what is that?” Sara yelled over the noise.

“It’s an alarm that I gave the Charles' before we left Threa, the center is in danger.”

“You mean the game you, Dad, and Mrs. Phillips used to play was..... real?” Andrew asked.
                
To be Continued......