thought of pegg

this is an email I got from my mother
I thought it was just stupid
but others may appriciate it


> Take my Son
>
> A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare
> works of art. They
> had everything in their collection, from Picasso to
> Raphael. They
> would often sit together and admire the great works
> of art.
>
> When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to
> war. He was
> very courageous and died in battle while rescuing
> another soldier.
> The father was notified and grieved deeply for his
> only son.
>
> About a month later, just before Christmas, there
> was a knock at
> the door. A young man stood at the door 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 this package. "I know this isn't much.
> I'm not really 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 welled up
> with tears. He
> thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the
> picture. "Oh,
> no sir, I could never repay what your son did for
> me. It's a gift."
>
> The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every
> time visitors
> came to his home he took them to see the portrait of
> his son before
> he showed them any of the other great works he had
> collected.
>
> The man died a few months later. There was to be a
> great auction
> of his paintings. Many influential people gathered,
> excited over
> seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity
> to purchase one
> for their collection.
>
> On the platform sat the painting of the son. The
> auctioneer
> pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with
> this picture of
> the
> son.. Who will bid for this picture?" There was
> silence.
>
> Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We
> want to see
> the famous paintings.. Skip this one."
>
> But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for
> this
> painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
> Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this
> painting.
> We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on
> with the real
> bids!"
>
> But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The
> son! Who'll
> take the son?"
>
> Finally, a voice came from the very back of the
> room. It was the
> longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give
> $10 for
> the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could
> afford.
>
> "We have $10, who will bid $20?"
>
> "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
> "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
>
> The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the
> picture of the
> son. They wanted the more worthy investments for
> their collections.
>
> The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once,
> twice, SOLD
> for $10!"
>
> A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's
> get on
> with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his
> gavel. "I'm
> sorry, the auction is over."
>
> "What about the paintings?"
>
> "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this
> auction, I was
> told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not
> allowed to
> reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the
> painting of the
> son would
> be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would
> inherit the entire
> estate, including the paintings. The man who took
> the son gets
> everything!"
>
> God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the
> 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.
> FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN
> SON, WHO SO
> EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S
> LOVE.

 

Thank you for passing that on it was (imho) awesom.

 

Not stupid at all. It's a good analogy. And a cute story.





But I hope the auctioneer wasn't working on straight commission.

 

Hey -- were you thinking of moi?!

I've read that several times before too. Very interesting to contemplate.

Thanks for sharing it.