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......