Obedience Rewarded
I had an exam last monday. Because my university professor is going to a conference next weeks and university itself is closed at the moment, I had to take the exam at his house. I can be very curious from time to time, so I found it fun to see in what kind of house he lived.
Anyway, the exam was a literature exam and the problem with these exams is that you never know how to study and what to study. I had prepared properly, I thought...
There was a round table, which had a disorderly pile of cards on it, all the same markings on the back. I took one and the professor said I could sit down at the table, where there was also a stack on writing paper, and that I could prepare for 15 minutes. The professor then went downstairs and left me alone.
I looked at the card, my heart sunk into my shoes, there was no way I could answer that question. I had to explain how George Eliot, used the theories of Darwin, Feuerbach and Comte in Middlemarch. I knew who Darwin was ofcourse, but the other names didn't ring a bell. When we saw this in class I thought this was secondary information.. But here I was, 1 question and I couldn't answer it.
The other cards shined brightly at me, the professor wasn't there, I could easily reach out and put my card back and take a new one. Oh in what inner turmoil I was! I don't approve of cheating, but this temptation was so close, it was so easy. I wanted to cry, because I didn't want to cheat, but I didn't want to fail the exam.
I can't cheat I told myself, so I forced myself to start writing on my paper. I could at least put on my sheet of paper what theory Darwin proposed. "dear God, please help me, I don't want to cheat... I read my class notes, I should remember how she incorporates Darwin's theory in her novel" My thoughts became clearer and I wrote down what I deemed right.
Then all of a sudden I remembered something that our professor had said about when he read Feuerbach as a young guy, and suddenly it all flashed back. Great, I started writing and while I was working on it I also remembered who Comte was.
The professor came back up and I gave my answer, he told me that it was a good answer and asked me some extra questions, which I could all answer.
Praise God. I was tempted, but decided to do the right thing and while He is in no way obligated to reward behaviour that is supposed to be normal, He did :) Oh How I love my Lord!
Anyway, the exam was a literature exam and the problem with these exams is that you never know how to study and what to study. I had prepared properly, I thought...
There was a round table, which had a disorderly pile of cards on it, all the same markings on the back. I took one and the professor said I could sit down at the table, where there was also a stack on writing paper, and that I could prepare for 15 minutes. The professor then went downstairs and left me alone.
I looked at the card, my heart sunk into my shoes, there was no way I could answer that question. I had to explain how George Eliot, used the theories of Darwin, Feuerbach and Comte in Middlemarch. I knew who Darwin was ofcourse, but the other names didn't ring a bell. When we saw this in class I thought this was secondary information.. But here I was, 1 question and I couldn't answer it.
The other cards shined brightly at me, the professor wasn't there, I could easily reach out and put my card back and take a new one. Oh in what inner turmoil I was! I don't approve of cheating, but this temptation was so close, it was so easy. I wanted to cry, because I didn't want to cheat, but I didn't want to fail the exam.
I can't cheat I told myself, so I forced myself to start writing on my paper. I could at least put on my sheet of paper what theory Darwin proposed. "dear God, please help me, I don't want to cheat... I read my class notes, I should remember how she incorporates Darwin's theory in her novel" My thoughts became clearer and I wrote down what I deemed right.
Then all of a sudden I remembered something that our professor had said about when he read Feuerbach as a young guy, and suddenly it all flashed back. Great, I started writing and while I was working on it I also remembered who Comte was.
The professor came back up and I gave my answer, he told me that it was a good answer and asked me some extra questions, which I could all answer.
Praise God. I was tempted, but decided to do the right thing and while He is in no way obligated to reward behaviour that is supposed to be normal, He did :) Oh How I love my Lord!
