THE
ART COLLECTOR'S SON
Author Unknown
Years ago, there was a very
wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for
art collecting. Together they travelled 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.
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, a season that he and his son had so 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 hand. He introduced himself to the 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 solider told of how the man's son
had told everyone of his, not to mention his father's, love of fine
art. "I'm an artist," said the soldier, "and 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 many thousands of pounds worth of paintings. And then
the 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 his son was no longer with him, the boy's life 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 stilled
his caring heart. As the stories of his son's gallantry continued
to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease the
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 clamoured.
He told his neighbours 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! Unmindful of the story of the man's
only son, but in his honour, those paintings would be sold at an
auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art works
would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the day he had received his
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 wanted
list. It was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked
for an opening bid. The room was silent. "Who will open the
bidding with one hundred pounds?" he asked. Minutes passed.
No one spoke. From the back of the room came, "Who cares about
that painting? It's just a picture of his son. Let's forget it and
go 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 friend of the
old man spoke, "Will you take twenty pounds for the painting?
That's all I have. I knew the boy, so I'd like to have it."
"I only have twenty pounds with me. Will anyone go higher?"
called 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 these treasures!"
The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced 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 of these paintings?
There are many millions of pounds worth of art here! I demand that
you explain what's going on here!" The auctioneer replied,
"It's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever
takes the son ......gets it all."
Just as those art collectors discovered on that Christmas Day, the
message is still the same: the love of a Father, 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!
Remember He is the
Reason for the Season!
Many Thanks to JerryBoy
who sent this to the ie55.outlookexpress.stationery newsgroup.
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