A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They were very close and would often sit together and talk and admire the great works of art. When the Gulf war conflicts began, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and his grief was deep and devastating at the loss of his only child.
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 your son took a bullet for. It should have been me who died that day, but 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 this package. ‘I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a good 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 soldier. 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 if you like it well enough to have it.’
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. It was very special to him for all that it represented.
The father died a couple years later and 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 first sat the simple painting of the son painted by his fellow soldier.
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 somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?’ Another voice angrily. ‘We didn’t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s and the Rembrandts. Get on with the real stuff so we can bid!’
But still the auctioneer persevered. ‘The son! The son! Who’ll take the painting of 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, but it saddened him to see this painting of his beloved young master so ignored. ‘We have $10, who will bid $20?’ ‘Give it to him for $10. Let’s see the true masters.’ 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?!’What about the paintings, they yelled?’ ‘I am sorry, said the auctioneer. 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 the 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.