TAKE THE SON
I’ve been going through a collection of old messages trying to think of one that would be suitable to share with everyone, and as the festive season is upon us, my thoughts fluctuated between, do I choose an amusing, thoughtful or sombre message? What finally made my mind up was our Headline News that reported more snow and treacherous icy conditions were about to engulf our country, bringing with it hardship and misery for people struggling to afford to keep warm as a result of increased energy bills. Do they choose to wrap themselves up in more blankets, or do they rather choose to fire up the boiler to heat their homes?
The now popular phrase, TO HEAT OR TO EAT making it a real quandary for millions of households. I realise that this dilemma may not apply to those who live in more temperate climates, but nevertheless, choices in life must be made no matter the circumstances or even where you reside.
Finally, I settled on this one and would like to share part of it with you all.
Years ago there was a very wealthy man who along with his devoted young son shared a passion for art collecting. Together they travelled around the world adding only the finest treasures to their collection, which included priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many others. Many of these pictures adorned the walls of the family home, while others were put in storage. The widowed father looked on with satisfaction as his only child grew to be an experienced art collector.
As time went by, sadly, the nation they lived in became involved in a war, and many young men went off to serve the country. After only a few short weeks, the father received news that his beloved son was missing in action. The father feared the worst that he would never see his son again. Within days his fear was confirmed. News reached him that his son had died. He was killed while carrying a fellow soldier to safety. Overwhelmed with grief and very lonely the father faced the Christmas holidays in anguish and despair.
One day, after returning from a Christmas service there was a knock at the door. As he walked from his bedroom to the front door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him once again 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 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 the father that his son often spoke of his father’s love and of the fine collection of art they had. This young soldier said “I am an artist too. I want to give this to you.” The father unwrapped the package and to his amazement it was a portrait of his son. By the standards of great art it wasn’t a masterpiece but it was very well done and it brought tears to his eyes. Overcome with emotion, the father thanked the soldier promising to hang the portrait in a prominent place.
He kept his word even though it meant taking down thousands of pounds’ worth of other paintings, and he hung it above the mantlepiece, after which the father sat in his chair and spent Christmas day gazing at the gift he had been given.
During the days and weeks that followed, the father learned that his son had saved dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet ended his own life. As the story of his own son’s bravery and devotion continued to reach him, his grief was replaced with pride over the loving and selfless actions of his son. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, of far more value than any other piece of art in his collection.
Sadly, the following spring the father became sick and died and the art world was filled with anticipation, for with his only son dead there was no-one left in the family to receive the father’s priceless art collection which now would be sold in auction. According to the will of the father, all of the works of art would be auctioned on the anniversary of the day that he had received his greatest gift: The portrait of his son.
Finally, the day arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world’s most rare and expensive paintings. Dreams could be fulfilled on this day, greatness would be achieved! However, the auction began with a painting that was not on the list. It was the painting of the father’s son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid but the room was silent. “Who will open the bidding at £100?” he asked. Uncomfortable silence filled the room and moments passed as no-one spoke. Finally from the back of the room a voice expressed what everyone was thinking, “We don’t care about that painting. It’s just a picture of his kid. We came here to bid on the father’s art collection, not on that painting.”
Immediately the room was filled with other voices agreeing with the speaker, but the auctioneer replied, “No, we are adhering to the will of the father and I will take bids on this one only, so let us continue.”
“Who will take the son?” There was more uncomfortable silence. Finally a friend of the father’s spoke and he said, “will you take £10 for the painting?” The auctioneer replied “Who will bid higher?” More silence. “Are there any other offers?” Finally the auctioneer spoke in a loud voice, “Going once, going twice, gone for £10!” with his gavel hitting the podium with finality.
Cheers erupted in the room and someone shouted “Finally, we can get to the action of the auction and bid on the real treasures!” But before anyone could settle down, the auctioneer pounded his gavel on the podium several times and with a loud voice announced that the auction was over! Stunned disbelief brought complete silence to the room, then someone spoke up and asked:
“What do you mean it’s over? We didn’t come here for a portrait of this man’s son. What about all the other paintings? There are millions of pounds’ worth of artwork 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.”
The impact of this short story is encapsulated in Colossians 3:1-4 –
If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.
Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.
For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.
When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with Him in glory.
Never forget, the choices we make are lasting and whoever takes the Son gets all.