Short Stories
Friday, September 06, 2013
~ The Power of Words ~
A group of frogs was traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit to see what could be done to help their companions.
When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs they would never get out.
The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead.
Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and simply gave up. Spent and disheartened, he quietly resolved himself to his fate, lay down at the bottom of the pit, and died as the others looked on in helpless grief.
The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could.
Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and suffering and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out.
When he got out, the other frogs asked him, “Why did you continue jumping? Didn’t you hear us?”
Reading their lips, the astonished frog explained to them that he was deaf, and that when he saw their gestures and shouting, he thought they were cheering him on. What he had perceived as encouragement inspired him to try harder and to succeed against all odds.
This story teaches two lessons:
1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.
2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path.
…… The power of words ……
It is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times.
Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.
May your words be a blessing to someone today.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
~ A Packet of Cookies ~
A young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of a big airport.
As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies.
She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room of the airport, to rest and read in peace.
Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.
When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought, “What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!”
For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn't want to cause a scene.
When only one cookie remained, she thought: "Ah! What is this abusive man going to do now?
Then, the man, taking the last cookie, divided it into half, giving her one half.
Ah! That was too much! She was much too angry now! In a huff, she took her book, her things and stormed to the boarding place.
When she sat down in her seat, inside the plane, she looked into her purse to take her eyeglasses, and, to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there, untouched, unopened!
She felt so ashamed!! She realized that she was wrong...
She had forgotten that her cookies were kept in her purse.
The man had divided his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter.
...while she had been very angry, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him.
And now there was no chance to explain herself ... nor to apologize.
The moral of the story...
There are 4 things that you cannot recover.
The Stone ... after the throw!
The word ... after it's said!
The occasion ... after the loss!
The time ... after it's gone!
As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies.
She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP room of the airport, to rest and read in peace.
Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.
When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought, “What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!”
For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn't want to cause a scene.
When only one cookie remained, she thought: "Ah! What is this abusive man going to do now?
Then, the man, taking the last cookie, divided it into half, giving her one half.
Ah! That was too much! She was much too angry now! In a huff, she took her book, her things and stormed to the boarding place.
When she sat down in her seat, inside the plane, she looked into her purse to take her eyeglasses, and, to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there, untouched, unopened!
She felt so ashamed!! She realized that she was wrong...
She had forgotten that her cookies were kept in her purse.
The man had divided his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter.
...while she had been very angry, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him.
And now there was no chance to explain herself ... nor to apologize.
The moral of the story...
There are 4 things that you cannot recover.
The Stone ... after the throw!
The word ... after it's said!
The occasion ... after the loss!
The time ... after it's gone!
~ Trust ~
A flight was flying through the clouds.
Suddenly, it ...lost the balance.
... Everyone started shouting in fear.
But a small girl kept playing with her toy....
After an hour, the flight was landed safely.
A man asked the small girl,
"How could you play with your toy when everyone was afraid?
"The Small Girl smiled and said
"My Dad is the pilot. I knew he will land me safely!"
LOVE IS TRUST
"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto your own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths." - Prov. 3:5-6
Suddenly, it ...lost the balance.
... Everyone started shouting in fear.
But a small girl kept playing with her toy....
After an hour, the flight was landed safely.
A man asked the small girl,
"How could you play with your toy when everyone was afraid?
"The Small Girl smiled and said
"My Dad is the pilot. I knew he will land me safely!"
LOVE IS TRUST
"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto your own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths." - Prov. 3:5-6
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
~ Touching Life Story ~
A
young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had
admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his
father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.
Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business.
He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.
How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.
Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.
Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business.
He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.
How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
~ A Trip ~
One
day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the
country with the purpose of showing his son how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad”.
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yes”, said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
“We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end.
“We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
“Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
“We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
“We have encyclopedias, they have Bible.”
The boy’s father was shocked. Then his son added:
“Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are.”
MORAL LESSON: It's not about money that make us rich... it's about simplicity of having God in our lives.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad”.
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yes”, said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
“We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end.
“We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
“Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
“We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
“We have encyclopedias, they have Bible.”
The boy’s father was shocked. Then his son added:
“Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are.”
MORAL LESSON: It's not about money that make us rich... it's about simplicity of having God in our lives.
~ A Quarter ~
Several years ago, a preacher from out-of-state accepted a call to a church in Houston , Texas .
Some weeks after he arrived, he had an occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change. As he considered what to do, he thought to h itself, 'You'd better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it.' Then he thought, 'Oh, forget it, it's only a quarter. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a 'gift from God' and keep quiet.'
When his stop came, he paused shortly at the door, and then he handed the quarter to the driver and said, 'Here, you gave me too much change.'
The driver, with a smile, replied, 'Aren't you the new preacher in town?'
'Yes' he replied.
'Well, I have been thinking a lot lately about going somewhere to worship. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change. I'll see you at church on Sunday.'
When the preacher stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest light pole, held on, and said, 'Oh God, I almost sold your Son for a quarter.'
Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read. This is a scary example of how much people watch us as Christians, and will put us to the test! Always be on guard -- and remember -- You carry the name of Christ on your shoulders when you call yourself 'Christian.'
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not PROTECT you...
Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL!
Have A blessed Day!
Sunday, August 25, 2013
~ Doughnut ~
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 into the 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. Christianson 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 10 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 doughnuts. No, these
weren't the normal kinds of doughnuts;
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 doughnuts?"
Cynthia said, "Yes."
Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups
so that Cynthia can have a doughnut."
"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk
to do a quick ten.
Then Steve again sat in the desk. Dr. Christianson then put a doughnut on Cynthia's desk.
Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a doughnut?"
Joe said, "Yes."
Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a doughnut."
Steve did ten push-ups; Joe got a doughnut. And so it went, down the first aisle. Steve did ten push-ups for everyperson before they got their doughnut.
Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacked for female companionship. When the Professor asked, "Scott, do you want a doughnut?"
Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own
push-ups?"
Dr. Christianson said, "No. Steve has to do
them"
Then Scott replied, "No, I don't want one
then."
Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a doughnut he doesn't want."
With perfect obedience, Steve started to do ten push-ups. Scott said, "Hey! I said I didn't want one!"
Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desk and these are my doughnuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a doughnut 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 doughnut?"
Sternly, Jenny said, "NO!"
Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve
would you do ten more push-ups so that
Jenny can have a doughnut she doesn't
want."
Steve did ten; Jenny got the
doughnut. By now, a growing sense of uneasiness
filled the room. The students were beginning to say "No"
and there were all these uneaten
doughnuts on the desks.
Steve also had to
really put forth a lot of extra effort to get
these push-ups done for each doughnut.
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 push-ups in a set
because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's
work for all those uneaten doughnuts. 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 push-ups. You're in charge now. You can do them
any way 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 in."
Professor Christianson said, "You realize
that if Jason comes in, you will have to do
ten push-ups for him."
Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him
a doughnut."
Dr. Christianson said, "Okay Steve, I'll let
you get Jason's out of the way right now.
Jason, do you want a doughnut?"
Jason, new to the room, hardly knew
what was going on. "Yes," he said, "Give
me a doughnut."
"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that
Jason can have a doughnut?" Steve did ten push-ups very slowly and
with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was
handed a doughnut and sat down.
Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row
and 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.
By this time, sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, 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
Linda can have a doughnut that she
doesn't want." Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten
very slow push-ups for Linda.
Then, Dr. Christianson turned to the last
girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a
doughnut?"
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 doughnut 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 doughnut."
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, 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 everyone, now and forever.
Whether or not we choose to accept His
gift to us, the price has been paid by His blood on the cross.
"Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful
to leave it lying on the desk?"
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 into the 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. Christianson 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 10 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 doughnuts. No, these
weren't the normal kinds of doughnuts;
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 doughnuts?"
Cynthia said, "Yes."
Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups
so that Cynthia can have a doughnut."
"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk
to do a quick ten.
Then Steve again sat in the desk. Dr. Christianson then put a doughnut on Cynthia's desk.
Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a doughnut?"
Joe said, "Yes."
Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a doughnut."
Steve did ten push-ups; Joe got a doughnut. And so it went, down the first aisle. Steve did ten push-ups for everyperson before they got their doughnut.
Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacked for female companionship. When the Professor asked, "Scott, do you want a doughnut?"
Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own
push-ups?"
Dr. Christianson said, "No. Steve has to do
them"
Then Scott replied, "No, I don't want one
then."
Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a doughnut he doesn't want."
With perfect obedience, Steve started to do ten push-ups. Scott said, "Hey! I said I didn't want one!"
Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desk and these are my doughnuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a doughnut 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 doughnut?"
Sternly, Jenny said, "NO!"
Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve
would you do ten more push-ups so that
Jenny can have a doughnut she doesn't
want."
Steve did ten; Jenny got the
doughnut. By now, a growing sense of uneasiness
filled the room. The students were beginning to say "No"
and there were all these uneaten
doughnuts on the desks.
Steve also had to
really put forth a lot of extra effort to get
these push-ups done for each doughnut.
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 push-ups in a set
because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's
work for all those uneaten doughnuts. 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 push-ups. You're in charge now. You can do them
any way 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 in."
Professor Christianson said, "You realize
that if Jason comes in, you will have to do
ten push-ups for him."
Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him
a doughnut."
Dr. Christianson said, "Okay Steve, I'll let
you get Jason's out of the way right now.
Jason, do you want a doughnut?"
Jason, new to the room, hardly knew
what was going on. "Yes," he said, "Give
me a doughnut."
"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that
Jason can have a doughnut?" Steve did ten push-ups very slowly and
with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was
handed a doughnut and sat down.
Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row
and 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.
By this time, sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, 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
Linda can have a doughnut that she
doesn't want." Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten
very slow push-ups for Linda.
Then, Dr. Christianson turned to the last
girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a
doughnut?"
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 doughnut 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 doughnut."
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, 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 everyone, now and forever.
Whether or not we choose to accept His
gift to us, the price has been paid by His blood on the cross.
"Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful
to leave it lying on the desk?"
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