about a month later, just before christmas, there was a knock at the door. a young man stood there with a large package in his hands. he said "sir, you don't
know me, but i am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. he saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me 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't much. i'm really not a great artist, but i think your son would have wanted you to have this." the father opened the package. it was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man.
he stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. the father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes swelled up
with tears. he thanks the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "oh no, sir, i could never repay what you son did for me. it's a gift.
the man died a few months later. there was to be a great auction of his great works of art. many people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and
having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. on the platform sat the portrait of his son. the auctioneer pounded his gavel, "we will start with this portrait of the son. who will bid for this picture?
god gave his son 2000 years ago to die on the cruel cross. much like the auctioneer, his message today is "the son, the son, who'll take the son?" because, you see, whoever takes the son gets everything.