Agri Kultuur June/July 2013 | Page 5

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 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 a parcel. “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 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.

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 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. 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 long time 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 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 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 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.

For God so loved the world he gave his only

begotten Son, who so ever believeth, shall have

eternal life...that's love!