A boy named Steve was struggling in
school. He been kicked out of several classes, but a kind seminary teacher finally
allowed him into his sixth-period class. One day, the teacher planned a special
lesson. He asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. The
teacher asked, “How many push-ups can you do?”
Steve replied, “I do about two
hundred every night.”
“Two hundred?” the teacher said. “That’s
pretty good. Do you think you could do three hundred?”
Steve answered, “I don’t know—I’ve
never done three hundred at a time.”
The teacher said, “Can you do three
hundred in sets of ten?”
“Well, I think I can,” Steve
answered. “Yeah, I can do it.”
“Good! I need you to do this on
Friday.”
Well, Friday came, and Steve went
to class early and sat in front. When class started, the teacher pulled out a
big box of donuts. Now these weren’t the normal kinds of donuts. They were the
big, extra-fancy kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was excited.
It was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early
start on the weekend.
The teacher went to the first girl
in the first row and asked, “Cynthia, do you want a donut?” Cynthia said yes.
He then turned to Steve and asked,
“Would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?”
Steve said, “Sure,” and jumped down
from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve sat again at his desk. The teacher
put a donut on Cynthia’s desk, then went to the next student and asked, “Joe,
do you want a donut?” Joe said yes.
The teacher asked, “Steve, would
you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?”
And so it went, down the first
aisle, and down the second aisle, until they came to Scott, the captain of the
football team and center of the basketball team. When the teacher asked, “Scott,
do you want a donut?” his reply was, “Well, can I do my own push-ups?”
The teacher said, “No, Steve has to
do them.”
Scott replied, “Well, I don’t want
one then.”
The teacher then turned to Steve
and asked, “Would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn’t
want?”
Steve started to do ten push-ups.
Scott said, “Hey! I said I didn’t want one!”
The teacher said, “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 see beads of perspiration
on his brow. The teacher started down the third row. Now the students were
beginning to get a little angry.
The teacher asked Jenny, “Do you
want a donut?” Jenny said no.
Then the teacher asked, “Steve,
would you do ten push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn’t want?”
Steve did ten, and Jenny got a donut.
By now the students were beginning
to say no regularly, and there were many uneaten donuts on the desks. Steve was
also really putting forth a lot of effort to get these push-ups done for each
donut. Sweat was dripping onto the floor beneath his face. His arms and face
were red from the effort.
The teacher said he couldn’t bear
to watch all of Steve’s work for those uneaten donut, so he asked Robert to
make sure Steve did the push-ups. The teacher started down the fourth row.
During his class, some students had
wandered in and sat along the heaters on the sides of the room. When the
teacher realized this, he did a quick count and saw thirty-four students in the
room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.
The teacher 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.
A student named Jason came to the door
and was about to come in when all the students yelled, “No! Don’t come in! Stay
out!”
Jason didn’t know what was going
on. Steve looked up and said, “No, let him come in.”
The teacher 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.”
The teacher said, “Okay, I’ll let
you get Jason’s out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a donut?”
“Yes.”
“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.
The teacher finished the fourth
row, then started among those seated on 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 dropping off of his face, and by this time there was not a
dry eye in the room.
The last two girls in the room were
cheerleaders. The teacher went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, “Linda,
do you want a donut?
Linda said, very sadly, “No, thank
you.”
The teacher said, “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 the teacher turned to the last girl. “Susan, do you
want a donut?” Susan, with tears flowing down her face, asked, “Can I help
him?”
The teacher, with tears of his own,
said, “No, he has to do it alone. 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.
The teacher turned to his class and
said, “And so it was that our Savior, Jesus Christ, prayed, ‘Father, into thy
hands I commend my spirit.’ With the understanding that Jesus had done
everything that was required of Him, He collapsed on the cross and died—even
for those that didn’t want His gift. And just like some of us, many choose not
to accept the gift that was provided for them.”
