The
Son
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 Viet Nam
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
he 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 2,000 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
Would you have been the one to
buy the picture?
Have you taken the son?
If not, I beg you please to
remember the message above.
Whoever takes the son, gets
everything!
Will that be You?
As long as you are reading this,
it is not to late to place your
bid on The Son.
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Have a blessed day.
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