DON'T LEAVE IT ON THE DESK

 

 

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

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. 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 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 push-ups for every person before they got their donut.

 

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 lacking for female

companionship.

 

When the professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"

 

Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own push-ups?"

 

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 push-ups so Scott can have a donut 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 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

push-ups 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 push-ups 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 push-ups. 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 push-ups 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 push-ups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered,

was handed a donut 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

that Linda can have a donut 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

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 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 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 lying on the desk?"