| i was looking at my old xanga entries from freshmen (or was it sophomore?) year of college. here's an awesome story that i forgot i posted back then. it's looooooooong, but really encouraging. so i'm re-posting it... please read! =] (thanks again to jenn lee whom i stole this story from.)
There
was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious
man who taught at a small college in the Western United States. Dr.
Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this
particular institution. Every student was required to take this course
his or her freshman year regardless of his or her major. Although Dr.
Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his
class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as
nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students
refused to take Christianity seriously.
This year, Dr.
Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a
freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for
the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an
imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the
school football team, and was the best student in the professor's class.
One
day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk
with him. "How many push-ups can you do?" Steve said, "I do about 200
every night." "200? That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Cristianson said.
"Do you think you could do 300?" Steve replied, "I don't know... I've
never done 300 at a time." "Do you think you could?" again asked Dr.
Christianson. "Well, I can try," said Steve. "Can you do 300 in sets of
10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300
push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to
tell me you can do it," said the professor. Steve said, "Well... I
think I can...yeah, I can do it." Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need
you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."
Friday
came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room.
When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No
these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG
kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty
excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going
to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's
class.
Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row
and asked, "Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?" Cynthia
said, "Yes." Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve,
would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?" "Sure."
Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat
in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.
Dr.
Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you
want a donut?" Joe said, "Yes." Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would
you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?" Steve did ten push-ups,
Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten
pushups for every person before they got their donut. And down the
second aisle, till Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the
basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular
and never lacking for female companionship. When the professor asked,
"Scott do you want a donut?" Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own
pushups?" Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them." Then Scott
said, "Well, I don't want one then." Dr. Christianson shrugged and then
turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott
can have a donut he doesn't want?" With perfect obedience Steve started
to do ten pushups. Scott said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!" Dr.
Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and
these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it."
And he put a donut on Scott's desk.
Now by this time, Steve had
begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets
because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could
start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow. Dr.
Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were
beginning to get a little angry. Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny,
do you want a donut?" Sternly, Jenny said, "No." Then Dr. Christianson
asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more Push-ups so Jenny can have a
donut that she doesn't want?" Steve did ten... Jenny got a donut.
By
now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were
beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the
desks. Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get
these pushups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of
sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning
to get red because of the physical effort involved.
Dr.
Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the
class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten
pushups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work
for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was
so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely. Dr. Christianson
started down the fourth row.
During his class, however, some
students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps
along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the
professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there
were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be
able to make it. Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the
next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a
rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.
Steve
asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?"
Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your pushups. You
are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want." And Dr.
Christianson went on. A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer
student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the
students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!" Jason
didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No,
let him come." Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason
comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him?" Steve said, "Yes,
let him come in. Give him a donut" Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve,
I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a
donut?" Jason, new to the room hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he
said, "give me a donut." "Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason
can have a donut?" Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great
effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.
Dr.
Christianson finished the fourth row, then started on those visitors
seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up
in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. Sweat was
profusely dropping off of his face and, by this time, there was no
sound except his heavy breathing, there was not a dry eye in the room.
The
very last two students in the room were two young women, both
cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the
second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut?" Linda said,
very sadly, "No, thank you." Professor Christianson quietly asked,
"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she
doesn't want?" Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow
pushups for Linda. Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl,
Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?" Susan, with tears flowing down her
face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?" Dr.
Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it
alone, I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that
everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not.
When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my
grade book. Steve, here is the only student with a perfect grade.
Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior
work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up
he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my
party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a
deal for your sakes. Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have
a donut?"
As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with
the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of
him, having done 350 pushups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell
to the floor. Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said. "And so it
was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father,
'into thy hands I commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He
had done everything that was required of Him, he yielded up His life.
And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the
desk, uneaten." Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a
seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. "Well done, good
and faithful servant," said the professor, adding "Not all sermons are
preached in words."
Turning to his class the professor said, "My
wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches
of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of
our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
He spared not only His
Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all for the whole Church, now and
forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price
has been paid. Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it
laying on the desk?"
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