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Date Posted: 06:02:25 05/03/02 Fri
Author: One!
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One! > Just share-N this here!

Forum: The Word Was God
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Date Posted: 08:38:51 05/03/02 Fri
Author: One!
Subject: One! > Hello Stan, Dear!

One! >
Very Well!
Ponder:
Did Satan know who the Son is!
And who the "F"ather is!

Love "U" stan, Sweet-"T"!

Love All ONE!
God Indeed Has Blessed All ONE!
One!

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Date Posted: 02:38:31 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Stan
Author Host/IP: 209.77.65.25
Subject: Who'll Take the Son

Who�ll Take the Son

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.
They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Rapheal. They would
often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam War 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 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 his 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 latter. 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 gravel. � 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.
�Skip this one!� but the auctioneer persisted.� Will someone bid for this
painting!?� Who will start the bidding?$100, $200?� Another voice shouted
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 you $10.00 for the painting.� Being a
poor man, it was all he could afford. � We have $ 10 who will bid $20.� �$20 is
the bid, won�t someone bid $20?� The crowd became 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
$10.00!!� A man sitting on the second row shouted. �Now let�s get on with the
collection!�

The auctioneer laid down his gravel. � 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 stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal the 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 got everything!�

God gave his Son 2,000 years ago to die on a 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.
--Author unknown

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