Who'll Take The Son
Jamie Rustad Meaghan
"Cast not your pearls before swine lestthey be trampled underfoot"
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works ofart. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. Theywould 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 aknock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package inhis hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier forwhom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carryingme 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'tmuch. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wantedyou to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of hisson, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier hadcaptured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawnto the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the youngman and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could neverrepay what your son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every timevisitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son beforehe showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a greatauction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited overseeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one fortheir collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneerpounded his gavel.
"We will start the bidding with this picture of theson. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the roomshouted. "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid forthis painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice shouted angrily. "We didn't come tosee this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get onwith the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! Theson! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. Itwas the long-time gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 forthe painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. "Wehave $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 pictureof 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'sget on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'msorry, 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 revealthat stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would beauctioned. 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, "Theson, the son, who'll take the son?" Because you see, whoever takesthe Son gets everything.
ho'll take the son?" Because you see, whoever takesthe Son gets everything.