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12-05-2005 01:29 PM -  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 great works of art. When Vietnam broke out the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soilder.
The father was notified and grieved deeply for his 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'm the soldier for whom you son gave his life for. 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 potrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soilder had captured the personality of the son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up in 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 potrait over his mantle. Everytime visitors came to his home he took them to see the potrait 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 influentail people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an oppurtunity 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 the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with 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 gardner of the man and the 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 somebody 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 his gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!."
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 the stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought the 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 will take the Son?" Because you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
-author unknown.
Last edited by diamond on 12-05-2005 at 01:34 PM
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I understand the metaphors, but.... I guess it's just a personal hitch for me. But I don't need to take away from that illustration there.
