Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: GREED (03/08/18)
- TITLE: That's What Friends Are For
By C D Swanson
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“You have to go. You’re one of the top five executives!”
“Nancy, I don’t care one fig what anyone thinks, or has to say about me. I’m livid that I didn’t get that raise!”
“Do you really mean to say you’re going to blow off this party for your boss?”
“Again, don’t care! Listen, you’ve been my friend throughout the years, since grade school, and I appreciate your efforts of trying to ‘rein me in’. However, we’re not talking about a little raise, Nancy. We’re talking about an increase of one hundred thousand a year.”
Nancy watched her friend closely. They’d known each other for decades, three in fact, and she loved her dearly, but there were times, she didn’t seem to know her at all.
Joann has a penthouse in New York City, owns a Mercedes Benz, full-time maid, and chef, how much higher does she want to go? She’s halfway in the sky location-wise and money-wise. What’s next? Building a modern day tower of Babel? Did she want to lasso the Galaxy too? She’s talented, brilliant, and no body’s fool. She wins hands-down in the beauty department, but beneath the exterior, lurks an empty and lonely heart.
“So? No more advice? You’re not going to give me the thirty-five minute lecture of humanitarian wonders of the world, and how much my money could help those in need? No preaching the Gospel of Peter Paul and John?”
Nancy grinned. “Nice try, you’re getting closer. Peter and Paul, didn’t write Gospels, John did.”
Joann shrugged her shoulders and turned to take in the panoramic view of the city.
“Why do you care so much anyway? You’re vastly different than me, and yet you put up with me? Why?”
“You’re my friend, I love you. And not to start preaching, but God loves you too. Jesus instructed us to love our brothers and sisters. So…I’m trying. But I’ve got to tell you, it can be pretty challenging at times with you sister.”
“You think I’m a greedy contemptuous sinner!” Raising her Waterford glass, filled with Champagne, Joann quipped, “well, here’s to greed.”
“Oh you’re impossible, but…I’ll never give up on you.”
“What will you do? Arrange for Ghosts of Christmas past, present and future to visit?”
“Something will happen that’ll eventually get you thinking about God’s love.”
“Still not going to that insipid party, and I’ll demand my raise tomorrow, or I’ll go elsewhere.”
Nancy snatched up her bag, and wrap, before giving parting advice. “I’d suggest, Joann, you really rethink going to the party.”
She raised her glass again. “To my puritan and saint-like friend, thank goodness for people like you. You balance out the world with your ways, and thinking. As for me…I’ll gladly hold the title ‘Avaricious Ice Queen’ proudly.”
While Nancy stood in the private gold elevator, she hoped Joann would come to her senses. She realized how important this whole title, and money thing was to her friend, then an idea shot through her, like a blazing thunderbolt from the sky. Of course! Why didn’t she think of that before? It’ll either help, or hurt her cause; she was banking on the former. She’d have to hurry, but she was sure she’d accomplish it.
The next day, Joann entered Nancy’s office, a smirk firmly painted on her face. “I got it! A huge raise!”
“Congrats. I’m happy for you.”
Joann’s brows rose when she saw boxes on her friend’s desk, “What’s this?”
“I’ve accepted another position.”
“What? Are you serious? I bet you’ll be paid in peanuts.”
“You heard me. Yes, I’m serious. And--I love peanuts.”
“Come on Nancy, what’s the deal?”
“This posh job isn’t rewarding, not in the way I need.”
Joann stood speechless and then slowly walked out.
Nancy wished, Joann, would stop idolizing money. She’d given up trying to convince her otherwise. She’d always say, you sound like a preacher. Nancy thought, maybe one day.
Back in her office, Joann’s tears flowed, as she read: Upon resigning, Nancy, suggested her salary be given to you. Since I’m not going to fill her job…I agreed. She’ll be a great missionary; she’s a great person, and an even better friend. Hope you appreciate this altruistic gesture.
Nancy practically floated out of her office.
Africa here I come...
Matthew 6:24 (NLT)
“No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and be enslaved to money.
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