Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his
devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they traveled
around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection.
Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, and many others adorned the walls
of their family estate. The widowed elderly man looked on with satisfaction as
his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and
sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art
collectors around the world.
As winter approached, war engulfed their nation, and the
young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, the elderly
man received a telegram that his beloved son was missing in action. The art
collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son
again. Within days his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while
rushing a fellow soldier to a medic. Distraught and lonely, the old man faced
the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness.
The joy of the season-a season that he and his son had so
looked forward to in the past-would visit his house no longer. On Christmas
morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. As he walked to
the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son
was not coming home. He opened the door and was greeted by a soldier with a
large package in his hand. The soldier introduced himself to the old man by
saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he
died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you." As
the two began to talk, the soldier told of how the man's son had told every one
of his-and his father's-love of fine art work. "I'm also an artist,"
said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man began
to unwrap the package, paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son.
Though the world would never consider it a work of genius,
the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail. Overcome with
emotion, the old man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the portrait above
the fireplace. A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man
set about his task. True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace,
pushing aside thousands of dollars worth of paintings. And then the old man sat
in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given. During
the days and weeks that followed, the man learned that his son had rescued
dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the
stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and
satisfaction began to ease his grief, as he realized that, although his son was
no longer with him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had
touched. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far
eclipsing any interest in the priceless pieces for which museums around the
world clamored. He told his neighbors it was the greatest gift he had ever
received. The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art
world was in anticipation, since, with the old man's passing, and his only son
dead, those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the
old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the way he
had received his greatest gift.
The day finally arrived and art collectors from around the
world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams
could be fulfilled this day; greatness could be achieved as some could
say," I have the greatest collection." The auction began with a
painting that was not on any museum list... It was the painting of the old
man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid, but the room was silent.
"Who will open the bidding with $100?" he asked.
Moments passed as no one spoke. From the back of the room came, "Who cares
about that painting? It's just a picture of his son. Let's forget it and get on
to the good ones." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to
sell this one-first," replied the auctioneer. "Now who will take the
son?" Finally, a friend of the old man spoke. "Will you take $10 for
the painting? That's all I have. "Will anyone go higher?" called the
auctioneer. After more silence he said, "Going once, going twice...
Gone!" The gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone shouted;
"Now we can get on with it and bid on these treasures!"
The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced that the
auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Then someone spoke up and
asked, "What do you mean it's over? We didn't come here for a portrait of
some old man's son! What about all of the other paintings? There are millions
of dollars worth of art work here. We demand an explanation!" The
auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the will of the
father, whoever takes the son...gets it all."
Just as the art collectors discovered on that day...The
message is still the same...the love of the Father....a Father whose son gave
his life for others...And because of that Father's love...Whoever takes the Son
gets it all.
