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 & he died instantly. He often
talked about you & 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
collections. 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 & 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.
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