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 war 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 ony 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 the 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.
“O, 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 auction of his many paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collections.
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 from 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?
“We didn’t come here to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s, the Rembramdts. Get on with the bids!”
But still, the autioneer continued. “Who will start the bidding for this painting?”
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. “I’ll give $10 for the painting.” Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
“I have $10. Who will bid $20?”
The crowd became angry. “Give it to him for $10!” they shouted.
The auctioner pounded the gavel. “Going once, twice, SOLD for $10.”
A man sitting in the second row shouted, “Now get on with the auction!”
“The auctioneer laid down his gavel. “I’m sorry, the auction is over.”
“What about all 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 all the paintings. The man who took The Son gets everything!”
God gave His Son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross to pay for our sins. Much like the auctioneer, God’s message today is: “The Son, My Son, who will receive My Son? Who will believe in My Son?”
You see, whoever takes The Son, gets everything! For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him, shall have eternal life. And no one can give more than that!