October 2009
Dear Friends
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of Art. In their collection they had works from Picasso Raphael. Many a time they would sit together and admire their great works of Art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and alas was killed while rescuing a comrade. The father grieved deeply for the loss of his beloved son.
Just before the following Christmas a young man called on the father with a large package.
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 but it was while carrying me to safety that a bullet struck him and he died instantly. He often talked to me previously about you and your love for Art.’ The young man then held out his package. ‘I’m not a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.’
The father opened the package to reveal 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 and was so drawn to the eyes that his own welled up with tears. The father thanked the young soldier and offered to pay him for the portrait. ‘Oh no, sir. I could never repay what your son gave me. It’s a gift.’
The father hung the picture over his mantle and every time he had visitors he took them to see the portrait of his son.
A few months later the father died and there was to be an auction of his Art collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The autioneer pounded his gavel. ‘We shall start the bidding with this picture of the deceased’s son. What am I bid for this picture?’
There was silence….. then a voice at the back of the hall shouted ‘We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.
But the auctioneer persisted. ‘Will somebody make a bid for this painting? What will you give me? £500.. £300…£100?
Another voice angrily shouted ‘We didn’t come to see this. We came to see the Van Gogh, the Rembrandts. Start on the real works.’
But the autioneer insisted. ‘Who’ll make a bid for the son? The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?’
Finally, a voice called from the back. It was the long time gardener of the father and son. ‘I’ll give you £50 for the painting and it’s all I can afford.’
We have a bid. £50… any advance. Do I hear £100… £75?’
‘Give it to him for the £50. Let’s see the Masters!’
The auctioneer pounded his gavel. ‘Going once–twice.. SOLD for £50!’
A voice shouted ‘Now let’s get on with the real auction!’
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. ‘I’m sorry. The auction is over!.’
‘What about the paintings?
I’m sorry,’ said the auctioneer. ‘When I was called to conduct this auction there was a secret stipulation in the will which I can only reveal now. Only the portrait 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 over 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is:
The Son… the Son.. who will take the Son?
For, you see, whoever takes the Son… gets everything!
God Bless You