Author
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Remember that a gift should be treasured; not only
the ones that are wrapped but ones that are bestowed upon you.
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 the family estate.
The widowed elder 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.
One year, as winter approached, war engulfed the
nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short
weeks, his father received a telegram. 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
that he and his son had looked forward to 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. As he opened the
door, he was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hands.
He 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 everyone of his, not to mention his father's, love of
fine art. "I am no artist," said the soldier, "but I want to
give you this."
As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave
way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the world would never consider
it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking
detail.
Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier,
promising to hang the picture 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
art. His task completed, 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
realized that, even though is son was no longer with him, the boy would live on
because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued
dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stifled his caring heart.
As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to
reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease his grief. The
painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any
interest in the 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 that the collector's passing and
his only son dead, those paintings would be sold at auction. According to the
will of the old man, all art works would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the day
he had received the greatest gift.
The day soon arrived and art collectors from around
the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings.
Dreams would be fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would
claim, "I have the greatest collection."
The auction began with a painting that was not on
any museum's list. It was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked
for an opening bid, but the room was silent. "Who will open the bidding
with $100?" he asked. Minutes passed, and no one spoke. From the back of
the room came a voice, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture
of his son." "Let's forget about it and move on to the good
stuff," more voices echoed in agreement.
"No, we have to sell this one first,"
replied the auctioneer. "Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a
neighbor of the old man spoke. "Will you take ten dollars for the painting?
That's all I have. I knew the boy; so I would like to have it.
"I have ten dollars. Will anyone go
higher?" asked the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said,
"Going once, going twice, gone." The gavel fell.
Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed,
"Now we can get on with it and we can bid on the real treasures!" The
auctioneer looked at the audience and announced that the auction was over.
Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up
and asked, "What do you mean, it's over? We didn't come here for a picture
of some old guy's son. What about all these paintings? There are millions of
dollars worth of art here! I demand that you explain what is going on!"
The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple.
According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son...gets it all."
Puts things into perspective, doesn't it? Just as
those art collectors discovered on Christmas Day, the message is still the
same: the love of a father, whose greatest joy came from his son who went away
and gave his life rescuing others; and because of that father's love, whoever
takes the Son gets it all.
In life, many things will catch your eye, but only a
few will catch your heart.
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