Take my son

Brenda Cannon HenleyBy Brenda Cannon Henley
(A dear friend shared this story with me, and I liked it so much, I decided to share it with you, our readers).

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 they had carefully collected over the years. 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 the package. “I know this isn’t much. I am not really a great artist, but I believe your son would want 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 painted by his fellow soldier. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. “We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?” There was absolute silence in the hall.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, “We want to see the famous paintings. Can’t you just skip this one?” But the auctioneer persisted. “Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?” Another voice angrily cried out. “We didn’t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s and 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,” yelled one irate visitor. “Let’s see the masters.”

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 irritably, “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?” shouted the crowd. “I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the wilI that 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 all of the paintings. “The man who took the son gets everything.”

There are so many comparisons in this little story, but the main takaway is that God gave his son over 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 that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him, should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16) Folks, that’s love. Choose wisely.

Brenda Cannon Henley can be reached at 409-781-8788, or


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One Response to “Take my son”

  1. William Carlisle says:

    Thank you for another great message

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