Who Would Pass up a Free Doughnut

by unknown

Who Would Pass up a Free Doughnut

There was a boy by the name of Steve who was attending a high school in Utah. Brother Christianson taught at this particular school. He had an open-door policy and would take in any student that had been thrown out of another class, as long as he or she would abide by his rules.

Steve had been kicked out of his sixth period and no other teacher wanted him, so he went into Brother Christianson's class. He would arrive just seconds before the bell rang and sat in the very back of the room. He would also be the first to leave after the class was over.

One day Bro. Christianson pulled Steve aside after class and said, "You think you're pretty tough, don't you?" Steve's answer was, "Yeah, I do."

Then Brother Christianson asked, "How many push-ups can you do?" Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."

"Two hundred! That's pretty good," Brother 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?" Brother Christianson asked again. "Well, I can try," said Steve.

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I need you to do 300 in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it?" Brother Christianson asked.

Steve said, "Well... yeah, I can do it." Brother Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, Brother Christianson pulled out a big box of extra fancy doughnuts, with cream centers and frosting swirls.

Then he went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want a donut?" Cynthia said "Yes."

Bro. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, 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 he sat down again at his desk. Bro. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.

Bro. Christianson then went to the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a donut?" Joe said, "Yes." Bro. 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 each donut given out.

And down the second aisle, till Bro. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was captain of the football team and center of the basketball team. When Bro. Christianson asked, Scott if he wanted a donut, Scott's reply was: "Can I do my own pushups?"

Bro. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them." Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then." Bro. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?"

Steve started to do ten pushups. Scott said, "Hey! I said I didn't want one!" Bro. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut on Scott's desk.

By this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little, and he just stayed on the floor between sets.

Bro. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry.

Bro. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?" Jenny said, "No." Then Bro. Christianson asked Steve if he would do ten pushups so Jenny could have a donut that she said she didn't want. Steve did ten, Jenny got a donut.

Pretty soon there were a lot of uneaten donuts on the desks. Steve was also having to really put forth a lot of effort to get these pushups done, and sweat was pooling on the floor beneath his face.

Bro. Christianson asked Robert to watch Steve to make sure he did ten pushups in each set, because he himself couldn't bear to watch any longer. So Robert began to watch Steve closely.

Bro. Christianson started down the fourth and final row. During his class, however, some students had wandered in and sat on the heaters along the side of the room. When Bro. Christianson realized this, he did a quick count and saw there were now 34 students in the room. He started to worry that Steve would not be able to make it.

Bro. 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.

A few moments later, Jason came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled, "No! Stay out!" Jason didn't know what was going on. But Steve grunted, "Let him come."

Bro. Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him." Steve repeated, "Let him come in."

Bro. Christianson said, "Okay. Jason, do you want a donut?" "Sure," Jason answered. "Steve, will you do ten pushups so Jason can have a donut?" Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

Bro. Christianson finished the fourth row, then started on those seated on the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with fatigue. Sweat was pouring off his face.

Two girls remained. Bro. Christianson went to the first and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut? Linda said sadly, "No, thank you." Bro. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?" Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda.

Then Bro. Christianson turned to the last girl: "Susan, do you want a donut?" Susan, with tears flowing down her face, asked, "Can't I help him?" With tears of his own, Bro. Christianson, said, "He has to do it alone. Steve, would you do ten pushups so Susan can have a donut?"

As Steve agonizingly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, his arms buckled and he collapsed on the floor.

Brother Christianson turned to the room and said, "And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, with the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, collapsed on the cross and died. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten."

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