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一个有钱的男人和他的儿子喜欢收集罕见的艺术品。他们几乎收集了所有伟大的作品，从毕加索到拉斐尔。他们往往会坐在一起，欣赏伟大的艺术作品。
当越南战争爆发后，儿子去打仗。他非常勇敢，并同时解救另一名士兵在战斗中死亡。父亲得到通知后，为独生子深感悲痛。
大约一个月后，圣诞节前夕，
有一个敲门声。一个年轻人站在门口，手里提着一个大包，。
他说：“先生，你不认识我，我就是那个你儿子用生命换来的士兵。那天他拯救了许多人，当他正背着我到一个安全的地方，一颗子弹击中他的心脏，他当场死亡。他经常谈到你，你对艺术的热爱。年轻人举行了这个包。“我知道这是不是很多。我不是一个真正伟大的艺术家，但是，我觉得你的儿子会希望你拥有这个。”
父亲打开包裹。这是他的儿子的画像，就是那个士兵画的。他凝视着那画像，那个士兵抓住了儿子的个性。父亲沉寂在那画像中，双眼不禁涌出了泪水。他感谢这个年轻人，并愿意为这画像支付给士兵钱。“哦，不，先生，我永远无法偿还你的儿子为我所做的。这是一份礼物。“
父亲将儿子的画像悬挂在斗篷上。每当游客来到他家，他都带他们首先看儿子的这幅画像，再向他们展示他收集的任何其他伟大的作品。
几个月后，这个父亲就去世了。他生前收集的所有画像要举行一个大拍卖会。许多知名人士聚集而来，并兴奋能看到这些伟大的作品，并有机会购买并收藏他们。
他儿子的画像就在讲台上摆放着，拍卖师敲击他的木槌。“我们将对“儿子”这幅画像进行拍卖。有谁竟拍这幅画吗？“
沉默了一会儿。
在房间的后排有个声音喊道：“我们希望看到的是名画。把这幅画挪开吧。“
拍卖师继续喊“请问有人竞拍这幅画吗？谁会开始出价呢？100美金，或200美金？'
另一个人气愤地说。“我们不来看这幅画。我们是来看梵高，伦勃朗。请开始真正的竟拍吧”。
卖师仍然继续喴。“儿子！儿子！谁来把这幅儿子的画像带走？“
最后，一个声音从屋子的最后面传来......我是该名男子和他的儿子长期的园丁。“我给这幅画10美金……”作为一个穷人，这是他所能出的最高价了。
“我们有出10美元的人，有人出20吗？”
“10美元就给他吧，让我们看主要的。“
人群变得愤怒。他们不想要儿子的照片。
他们希望自己的藏品更值得投资。
拍卖师敲打槌子。“一次，两次，10元售出！”
坐在第二排的一名男子喊道：“现在，让我们开始真正藏品的拍卖吧！”
拍卖师放下了他的木槌。 “对不起，拍卖结束了。”
“那些画呢？”
“我很抱歉。当我被叫去负责这项拍卖时，主人在遗嘱中就告诉我严守一个秘密的约定。我是不允许透露的，直到拍卖结束。唯一能拍卖的就是儿子的画像。谁买了儿子的画将会继承全部财产，包括那些画。
谁拿到儿子的画谁就能得到的一切！”
上帝给了他的儿子，在2000年前，死在十字架上。就像拍卖师说过，他今天要告诉我们的是：“儿子，儿子，有谁来拿去儿子吗？”
因为，你看到了，谁得到儿子就得到的一切。
神爱世人，他给了我们他唯一的儿子，谁相信，谁就有永恒的生命......这就是爱
请将这个故事发给十人，并回发给那个发给你的人！
The son
This is great, take a moment to readit, it will make your day!
The ending will surprise you.
Take my Son
A wealthyman and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They hadeverything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They wouldoften sit together and admire the great works of art.
When theVietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was verycourageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. Thefather 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 alarge package in his hands.
He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whomyour son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he wascarrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and hedied 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'mnot really a great artist, bu I think your son would have wantedyou to have this.'
Thefather
openedthe package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the youngman. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured thepersonality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn tothe eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked theyoung man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, Icould never repay what your son did for me. It's agift.'
Thefather hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors cameto his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before heshowed them any of the other great works he hadcollected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction ofhis paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited overseeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchaseone for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer poundedhis gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son.Who will bid for this picture?'
There wa silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see thefamous 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. Wecame to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the
real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son Who'll takethe son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.. It was thelongtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for thepainting..' 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.'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of theson.
They wanted the more worthy investments for theircollections.
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 thecollection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction isover.'
'What about the paintings?'
'I amsorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of asecret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal thatstipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would beauctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entireestate, 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 theauctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll takethe son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SOEVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
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