Richard Greedy (1)

This post is the first part of an allegory entitled “Richard Greedy”

He was one happy healthy kid. His parents were multi-billionaires, and his mom spoiled him mercilessly. He was loved, loved, loved. As he grew up everyone loved him. The girls always liked him, for he was good looking. The boys all wanted to be his friend because he was so famous. Even adults thought he was just the cutest thing. He went to a private boarding school where he learned good manners. He got everything he wanted. Everyone wanted to be him. He was living, and basically had, the life.

Richard Greedy grew up with a dream. Buy a yacht, gather all his friends, and sail down the Vida River. So that’s exactly what he did. He went and had a custom made, personalized yacht, crafted for himself. No expense was spared and all stops were pulled. Everything was grand. Elegant staircases, beautiful ballrooms, luxurious rooms, and lush living areas. He had a pool and jacuzzi, a tennis court, basketball court, and a sand volleyball court all installed on his yacht. Richard’s favorite and most valued place on the whole yacht was the top deck. It was made especially for him. He had refrigerators full of delicate foods, fine wines, and craft beers. He had comfy chairs and lounge chairs installed exactly to his size and shape. Everything was perfect on his top deck. At the end of his long and stressful days of sporting and talking, he could just go up on the top deck, sit, and watch and enjoy everything that he owned.

Finally everything was finished. The grand yacht No Worries was ready to set off on its long voyage down the Vida River. Richard called all his friends to his side. His family decided to come too. He had everyone he wanted with him. They set off on Friday, September 1, 2020. And their plan—their ultimate beautiful plan—was to simply enjoy themselves on this 1 year journey down the Vida River.

The first three months were wonderful for Richard. He loved and reveled in everything that he had; and his friends all loved the journey they were on too. But one day he got struck by something. He had become discontent. He wanted something else, something more. He loved all his friends, but he decided that he needed new ones. So they harbored at Amicus City for one week. Richard made plenty of new friends, and even got a brand new automobile, and nothing less than the Fast 4000. He had it loaded onto his yacht just so he could sit and admire it.  Finally satisfied, Richard left Amicus City to continue his journey with friends new and old.

Weeks passed and Richard and his many friends started to run out of food and wine. Richard loved the wine, so they were forced to stop again. This time Richard got barrels and barrels of elegant wines and crates and crates of more delicate foods. He also wanted to buy something else: a smaller boat to tug along behind the back of the yacht. He was tired of always having to bring the whole yacht into the harbor every time they needed to stop. It simply took too long are required too much work. So, he bought a new boat to drag along to keep his excursions from wasting his valuable time.

One day, there was a disruption of his usual routine: wake up at 10:00, be served a gourmet breakfast, swim in the pool, lie out or sit on his top deck, and many glasses of wine and trays of food all along the way. While Richard was lying out, enjoying the sun, with a girl under his arm, his butler came to him.

“Excuse me Mr. Greedy but the Captain would like to meet with you,” the butler said formally.

“What?” Richard was startled at the sound of his butler’s voice.

“Sir, the Captain requests a meeting with you,” the man repeated patiently, as if this happened daily.

“Oh yeah okay,” Richard sighed. “Well send him over here. Service!”

Ten minutes later Service came back with the Captain in tow.

“Mr. Greedy the Captain is here,” Service stated, and then went back to his business. Richard didn’t look up from the i-pad he was holding. The Captain cleared his throat expectantly. When Richard didn’t say anything the Captain started to speak.

“Mr. Greedy, there’s an issue that needs to be addressed.” The Captain paused again and waited. When there was no response he spoke again. “Mr. Greedy, because of all the things that have been added to the boat, we have gained a lot of momentum.”

Richard looked up and finally acknowledged the Captain. “What do you mean by gained a lot of momentum?” He asked.

“Well, we’ve gained a lot of extra weight, because of all of the things you have been collecting recently, we have been moving down the river faster.”

“Okay Captain, get to the point, I still don’t understand,” Richard replied impatiently.

“Because of the extra weight, we are moving faster, and will reach our destination a lot more quickly than we originally planned.”

Richard laughed in the captain’s face. “Captain, what’s the problem with that? We will get to the end and have had a good journey!”

The Captain started to look uncertain. Fixing his gaze on Richard, he said slowly, “Mr. Greedy, what about the falls?”

“The falls?” Richard scoffed. “The falls, Captain? Those falls aren’t real. It’s just a story some old man made up when he got bored.” Richard shook his head and then said to the Captain, “Man I think you’re worrying too much. Go grab yourself a drink Captain and go relax.”

The Captain walked away with a new lightness in his step. If there were no falls, everyone on the boat would be fine. He didn’t understand why his heart had been so worried.


Danae VanOverloop, Whitney Scholten, and Alyssa Mastbergen

“A Fool’s Mortification” (1)

An Allegory, by Mike Murrell

There once was a wise man travelling on an adventure who was tasked with delivering food to a church. Strolling along a path next to a lake of murky waters, he noticed a tiny little worm-like creature submerged in water with its head sticking out. It was waving back and forth as though he were dancing. After the creature grabbed the man’s attention, he began to speak, asking him for a bit of food, for the creature was desperately hungry. Though the food the man had was supposed to be for the village people, he figured that since it was just a tiny little worm, he’d only need to give him a tiny bit of food to be satisfied. He broke off a tiny little crumb of the food and fed it to the creature. Suddenly, the creature grew double in size! The creature then asked for more food, and the man fed him a little bit more, and it doubled in size again. This process continued, and as it grew, the creature’s appearance became more pleasing to the eyes and its voice more sweet to the ear. It would keep asking for more, for the creature’s appetite was never satisfied.

As the creature continued to grow, the man became more enchanted by it. The wise man soon realized that if this creature grew any more, it would be strong enough to kill him and take all his food. So, hesitantly he said, “No more.” The creature replied back, “Mooore.” The wise man replied more firmly. “No more!” The creature with anger screeched, “MOOOOORE!” So the man clenched his sword and yelled, “NO MORE!” Suddenly hundreds of creatures, all the same size and appearance poked their heads out of the water, all asking for more. As he drew out his sword, the ground shook and loud thunderous roars sounded through the lake. Out came a huge monster-like creature. What the man initially thought was a worm-like creature, was actually just a single strand of hair on this beast, and as the hair grew in size, so did the entirety of the beast. In one large gulp, the beast swallowed the wise man whole.

The wise man’s name was fool, for folly does not escape even the wisest of men. With great wisdom comes also the temptation to be wise in your own eyes. The beast’s name was sin, and the food the man fed him with was time. Had the man spent his time in the service of his church instead of on the fleeting pleasures of sin, he would not be stuck in the belly of the beast. Had he not fed the beast even once, the beast more quickly could have been slain. Yet with each succeeding moment, he thought he was in control of situation, making the beast twice as hard to slay. The fool says in his heart, “I will sin this one time and no more.” The fool says in his heart, “I will tread the paths of temptation just a little bit. It’s okay, I can get off the path when I feel temptation rising too much.” The fool says in his heart, “It’s okay, I can just easily repent afterwards.”

by Mike Murrell