Thursday, May 12, 2016

The Parable of the Divers

*This was given in Sunday School while I was in TF visiting. The teacher gave me this story and said it's from (Stephen E. Robinson, Following Christ: The Parable of the Divers and More Good News [Salt Lake city: Deseret Book, 1995], 34-38.)

"Many years ago, when I was somewhere between nine, and eleven, I participated in a community summer recreation program in the town where I grew up. I remember in particular a diving competition for the different age groups held at the community swimming pool. Some of the wealthier kids in our area had their own pools with diving boards, and they were pretty good amateur divers, but there was one kid my age from the less affluent part of town who didn't have his own pool. What he had was raw courage. While the rest of us did our crisp little swan dives, back dives, and jackknives, being ever so careful to arch our backs and point our toes, this young man attempted back flips, one-and-a-halfs, doubles, and so on. But, oh, he was sloppy. He seldom kept his feet together, he never pointed his toes, and he usually missed his vertical entry. The rest of us observed with smug satisfaction as the judges help up their scorecards that he consistently got lower marks than we did with our safe and simple dives, and we congratulated ourselves that we were actually the better divers. 'He is all heart and no finesse,' we told ourselves. 'After all, we keep our feet together and point our toes.'"

"The announcement of the winners was a great shock to us, for the brave young lad with the flips had apparently beaten us all. However, I had kept rough track of the scores in my head, and I knew with the arrogance of limited information that the math didn't add up. I had consistently outscored the boy with the flips. And so, certain that an injustice was being perpetrated, I stormed the scorer's table and demanded an explanation. 'Degree of difficult,' the scorer replied matter-of-factly as he looked me in the eye. 'Sure, you had better form, but he did harder dives. When you factor in the degree of difficulty, he beat you hands down, kid.' Until that moment I hadn't known that some dives were awarded 'extra credit' because of their greater difficulty..."

"Whenever I am tempted to feel superior to other saints, the parable of the divers comes to my mind, and I repent. At least at a swim meet, we can usually tell which dives are the most difficult. But here in mortality, we cannot always tell who is carrying what burdens: limited intelligence, chemical depression, compulsive behaviors, learning disabilities, dysfunctional or abusive family backgrounds, poor health, physical or psychological handicaps-no one chooses these things. So I must not judge my brothers and sisters. I am thankful for my blessings but not smug about them, for I wish never to hear the Scorer say to me, 'Sure, you had better form, but she had a harder life. When you factor in degree of difficulty, she beat you hands down.'"

"So, enduring to the end doesn't have much to do with suffering in silence, overcoming all life's obstacles, or even achieving the LDS ideal (which is similar to 'pointing our toes' and 'keeping our feet together'). It just means not giving up. It means keeping-to the best of our abilities-the commitments we made to Christ when we entered into the marriage of the gospel. It means not divorcing the Savior or cheating on him by letting some other love become more important in our lives. It means not rejecting the blessings of the atonement that he showered upon on when we entered his church and kingdom."

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