A wealthy man and his son
loved to collect rare works of art. They
had everything in their collection from Picasso
to Raphael. They would often sit together
and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went
to war. He was very courageous and died in
battle while rescuing another soldier. The
father was notified and grieved deeply for his
only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there
was a knock at the door. A young man stood
at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am
the soldier for whom your son gave his life.
He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying
me to safety when a bullet struck him in the
heart, and he died instantly. He often
talked about you, and your love for art."
The young man held out his package. "I
know this isn't much. I'm not really a
great artist, but I think your son would have
wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a
portrait of his son, painted by the young man.
He stared in awe at the way the soldier had
captured the personality of his son in the
painting. The father was so drawn to the
eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.
He thanked the young man and offered to pay him
for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could
never repay what your son did for me. It's
a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle.
Every time visitors came to his home, he took
them to see the portrait of his son before he
showed them any of the other great works he had
collected.
The man died a few months later. There was
to be a great auction of his paintings.
Many influential people gathered, excited over
seeing the great paintings and having an
opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The
auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will
start the bidding with this picture of the son.
Who will bid for this picture?" There
was silence. Then a voice in the back of
the room shouted, "We want to see the famous
paintings. Skip this one." But
the auctioneer persisted. "Will
someone bid for this painting? Who will
start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't
come to see this painting. We came to see
the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with
the real bids!" But still the
auctioneer continued, "The son! The
son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the
room. It was the longtime gardener of the
man and his son. "I'll give $10 for
the painting." Being a poor man, it
was all he could afford. "We have $10,
who will bid $20?" "Give it to
him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't
want the picture of the son. They wanted
the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going
once, twice, SOLD FOR $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now,
let's get on with the collection!" The
auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm
sorry, the auction is over." "What
about the paintings?" "I am sorry.
When I was called to conduct this auction, I was
told of a secret stipulation in the will. I
was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until
this time. Only the painting of the son
would be auctioned. Whoever bought that
painting would inherit the entire estate,
including the paintings. The man who took
the son gets everything!"
God gave his Son 2000 years ago to die on a cruel
cross. Much like the auctioneer, His
message today is, "The Son, the Son, who'll
take the Son?" Because you see,
whoever takes the Son gets everything.
- AUTHOR UNKNOWN -


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