Sunday, February 10

Painting of Jesus

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
s it 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 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 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 visitor s
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 
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 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, the Rembrandts. 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.’
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn’t want the picture of the
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. ‘Going once, twice, SOLD for 
A man sitting on the second row shouted, ‘Now let’s get on with the
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. ‘I’m sorry, the auction is
‘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 over 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 
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!

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