Day 7
During
the past 7 days have I developed a greater love for my Savior and myself by
honestly answering the daily questions? Have I felt the love of my Heavenly
Father and my Savior? Do I understand just a little better the great sacrifice
that my Savior made for me? Can I now take my understanding of that great
sacrifice and in turn love others just a little bit more?
Doctrine
& Covenants 45:51-52
And then shall the Jews look upon me
and say: What are these wounds in thine hands and in thy feet?
Then shall they know that I am the
Lord; for I will say unto them: These wounds are the wounds with which I was
wounded in the house of my friends. I am he who was lifted up. I am Jesus that
was crucified. I am the Son of God.
Adapted from “He Took my Whipping For Me,”
published by the Christian Workers’ Tract League of Vancouver, B.C., Canada.
“In a southern community during the
depression, a teacher was hired for the one-room, one-class school. There were
students from seven to fourteen years of age in the class. They ranged from the
second grade to the eighth grade level. That year the students had driven four
teachers out of the class. The school board asked the new teacher to sign a
contract to assure he would stay until the end of the year. The teacher
replied, “Of course I will sign. I intend to stay.” And so, he signed the
contract.
The first day in class he stood before the
students. They measured him and he measured them. Finally he broke the silence
and said, “I am your new teacher. I am going to stay until the end of the year.
If we’re going to have a good learning experience in this class it will be
necessary to have some rules. What do you think the rules of conduct should be
for our class?”
It was very quiet and then one student
said, “Well, you shouldn’t talk in class.” He wrote, “No talking” on the
chalkboard. “What other rules?” he asked. Someone else suggested that the
students should arrive on time. He wrote “punctuality” on the chalkboard as the
second rule. Someone else suggested that there should be a rule against
cheating. He wrote it down. After a few minutes they had thirteen or fourteen
different rules of conduct for the class.
Then the teacher said, “Rules are of no
value unless you live them. We ought to affix a punishment to each rule for
whenever it is broken. How many lashes (with a small switch) for each of the
rules?” Someone commented that punctuality wasn’t all that serious because it
only affected the one who was late so it was decided that two lashes ought to
be enough. The teacher wrote down two lashes next to “punctuality.”
“What about talking in class?” “Well,” one
student said, “that one is more serious because it disrupts the whole class.
How about seven lashes?” They all felt that was the worst thing they could do
so they gave cheating a punishment of ten lashes. Each of the other rules was
also given a “just” punishment.
The teacher then said, “We have listed the
rules down this side of the board and we have determined a punishment for the
violation of each rule in this column. Now rules are not worth much, even with
a prescribed punishment, unless you have an enforcer to enforce the rules. I
can administer the punishment but you must elect someone from this class to be
the enforcer.” The students quickly looked around the room and saw the class
“bully” who was almost fourteen, oversized, and pushed the younger kids around,
and was probably the toughest kid in class. He was elected. Now they had rules,
punishment, and an enforcer.
Everything went well for the first few
days. Then one day, one of the seven-year-old boys leaned over and started
talking with his neighbor. The bully jumped from his sear, went down the aisle,
picked the young boy up by his shoulders, carried him down the aisle, and
planted him right in front of the teacher.
The teacher asked the boy if he was
present on the day they’d decided what the rules of conduct should be. With
tears in his eyes, the boy nodded that he had been present. “And you agreed
with the punishment if the rules were broken?” “Yes, sir,” he replied, the
tears coming more quickly. “Then take off your coat and receive the seven
lashes.” The tears came down even faster and the little boy said, “Please sir,
don’t make me do that.” The teacher answered, “Everyone in the class is
waiting to see if I punish you for breaking the rule. If I do not punish you,
then the rules will mean nothing. We will have chaos in this class. Take off
your coat.”
The boy continued to cry and a second time
he pleaded, “Please, don’t make me take off my coat.” The teacher, now becoming
impatient, said, “This is going to hurt me as much as you. Take off your coat
and bend over the desk.”
Then the boy said, “Sir, I don’t mind the
punishment, but I only have one shirt and it’s home in the laundry. If I take
off my coat everyone will see I do not have a shirt on and they will laugh at
me. I don’t mind the punishment, but I couldn’t bear the embarrassment.”
Now there was a dilemma for the teacher.
He knew something no one else knew. He wanted to extend mercy. He also knew
that every student was watching to see if he would punish the boy. The moments
passed on.
Then suddenly from the back of the room,
the bully came forward, took the little boy by the hand, ushered him back to
his seat, then came forward, took off his coat, and received seven lashes for
the little boy.
Challenge: Pray for a missionary experience. Read Matthew 24:14;
28:19;
and Doctrine and
Covenants 88:81. Invite a friend who is not a member of the Church
or one who is less active to go with you to a Church meeting or activity.
Introduce your friend to others, and make sure he or she is involved. Share
your testimony of the gospel, and invite him or her to come again.
Jesus Christ atoned for our sins, that
through his mercy and his willingness to satisfy the demands of justice we are
his, paid for with a price. May we always remember at this Easter Season the
great sacrifice made in our behalf. May we try just a little harder to walk
each day with our Savior and to become more like Him. We wish you the best
Easter ever!
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