Pushups for Donuts
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 a required course in Christianity
at this Particular institution. Every student was required to take
this course 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 more than 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 on to Seminary. Steve was popular, well liked and an
imposing physical specimen. He was the starting center on the
school football team and the best student in the class.
One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he
could
talk "how many push-ups can you do?"
Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."
"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you
think you could do 300?"
"I don't know," Steve replied, "I've never done 300 at a time."
"Do you think you could?" again asked the professor.
"Well, I could try," said Steve.
"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project 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 Dr.
Christianson.
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. Now these weren't the normal kind of donuts, these were
the big fancy kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls.
Everyone was pretty excited that 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 would you like one of these donuts?" Cynthia said, "Yes
please."
Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you
please do ten push-ups so that Cynthia may have a donut?"
"Sure." Steve jumped down from the desk, did ten quick push-ups,
and then returned to 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."
The professor asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can
have a donut?"
Steve did ten push-ups and Joe got a donut. And so it went, down
the first aisle. Steve did ten push-ups for each person before
they received a donut. Dr. Christianson continued down the second
aisle until he came to Scott.
Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good of physical
condition as Steve. Scott was popular and never lacking female
companionship. When the professor asked, "Scott would you like a
donut?"
Scott's reply was, "Yes, if I can do my own push-ups."
Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."
Scott said, "Then I don't want one"
The professor shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve,
would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have the donut he doesn't
want?"
With perfect obedience Steve started to do the push-ups.
Scott yelled, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"
Dr. Christianson said sternly, "Look, this is my class, these are
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 perspire and was starting to
slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets
because it took too much effort to get up and down. As Dr.
Christianson started down the third row, many students were
beginning to get a little angry.
Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?"
Jenny's answer was a firm, "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 put forth a lot of
extra effort to get these push-ups done for each donut. There was
a pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face and
his arms were beginning to turn red because of the physical effort
being put forth.
Because Dr. Christianson could no longer bear to watch Steve's
hard work go for all these uneaten donuts, he asked Robert, the
most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push-up
to make sure he did all ten in each set.
As the professor started down the fourth row, he noticed 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. He
did a quick count and saw that there were now thirty-four students
in the room. He started to worry that Steve
would not be able to make it. He went on to the next person and
the next and the next. Near the end of the row, Steve was really
having a hard time. It was taking a lot more time to complete each
set.
Just then, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room. He
was about to enter when at once all of the students yelled, "NO!!
Don't come in!!" 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 push-ups for him?"
"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?"
Not even knowing what was going on, Jason said, "Yes, I'll have a
donut."
"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?"
Steve did ten very slow and labored push-ups. Jason, bewildered,
was handed a donut and sat down.
Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row and started on the
visitors seated by the radiators. Steve's arms were now shaking
with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force
of gravity. Sweat was profusely dripping off of his face and there
was no sound except his heavy breathing. By this time, 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 well-liked. Dr. Christianson went to Linda
and asked if she wanted a donut.
Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."
The professor 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 push-ups for Linda.
The Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan "Susan, do you
want a donut?"
Susan, with tears streaming down her face pleaded, "Dr.Christianson,
why can't I help him?"
Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, explained, "No, Steve has
to do it alone. I have given him this task and he is in charge of
seeing that everyone here 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 is the only student
with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped
class, or offered up inferior work. Steve told
me that in football practice when a player messes up, he has to do
push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to the 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 push-up, with the
understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of
him, having done 350 push-ups, 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, plead to the Father, 'into Thy hands I
commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He had
accomplished all that was required of Him, He yielded up His life
for us. And like some of those in this room, many 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 the 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. God spared not His only begotten
son, but gave him up for us and for the
whole world, now and forever. Whether we choose to accept His gift
to us, the price for our sins has been paid. Wouldn't it be
foolish and wouldn't it be ungrateful just to leave it laying on
the desk?"
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