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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 Viet Nam 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 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
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
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 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
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 and his son. "I'll give $10 for the

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
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
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 every thing!"

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'll
take the son?" Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets

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