The Sonpicture frames

Everyone loves a good story, here's one of my favourite short stories that is a great illustration.
 
There was a wealthy widower who over the course of his life built up an amazing art collection. From Da Vinci to Van Gogh, he had it all and cherished each and every painting. The only thing that he loved more was his only son. The two shared a passion for art and would spend hours gazing at and discussing the masterpieces.
 
When war came to the country and the son was called up to go and serve. The father tearfully waved him goodbye and prayed for his safety. However, the bad news that the father did not want to hear arrived at his door. His son was dead, killed in action.
 
A few months later, still grief-stricken, the father had another visitor at his door. In front of him stood a young man who looked old beyond his years. He had a sling on his arm and wore a military uniform. The young man explained that he and the man's son were best friends on the front line. The young man explained that he was only alive because of the heroism of the man's son. He took from his army jacket a crumpled piece of paper folded in half and said he wanted the old man to have it.
 
Unfolding it, the old man could see that it was a roughly drawn portrait. The workmanship was poor but the face was recognizable. It was his son. The young man had drawn it the day before the man's son was killed.
 
The man had the picture framed right away and hung it above his mantelpiece. It became the jewel in the crown of his collection.
 
Not many years the later the man died, never really recovering from his grief.
 
After his death there was an auction to sell his priceless collection of art. Collectors and dealers from the world over were there to snap up the rare beauties on offer. 
 
There was a hush in the room full of excited aristocrats as the auctioneer took his place for the first lot. He reached down and lifted up a crude drawing of a young man and the room groaned. Why were they starting with this piece of rubbish?
 
Nevertheless the auctioneer proceeded. 'Who wants to start the bidding?'
 
Silence. No one wanted to be seen buying this. 
 
Then one voice came from the back 'Ten pounds'.
 
The auctioneer looked around 'Twenty?' Silence. 'Fifteen?' Silence. 'Going once, going twice, sold to the young man in the army uniform at the back for ten pounds.'
 
It was the young man who had made the drawing.
 
With that the auctioneer announced that the auction was over and the entire lot was sold.
 
There was outrage in the courtroom. How could that be?
 
The auctioneer took out the will of the old man and read its single sentence 'He who gets the son gets it all.' 
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The Father loves the Son and has given all things into his hand. Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life; whoever does not obey the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God remains on him.
(Joh 3:35-36)
  

Aaron* Williamson, 07/03/2013