Who'll Take the Son? by Anonymous


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"Who'll Take the Son?"

"But as many as received Him, to them gave He Power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His Name"
(John 1:12).

by Anonymous

wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Viet Nam 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 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 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 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 $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 every thing!"

God gave His Son 2,000 years ago to die on a cruel 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.

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"But as many as received Him, to them gave He Power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His Name" (John 1:12).

"Prophetic Dream of Babies in Heaven" ---New Window
Lovingly Cared for by Guardian Angels (1848)

An exquisite visit to Heaven, experienced in a dream
by Marietta Davis

She met friends and loved ones who rejoiced with her.
She saw angels bringing our Tiniest Treasures to Heaven.
She traveled with an angel to visit Heaven's Nursery!
She saw Jesus Christ, as He visited the Infants,
and blessed them!

An excerpt from the chapter:
The Third Paradise Plain

As we advanced, I perceived before me a vast and complicated structure, whose outer walls and towers appeared formed of marble, that was in appearance delicate as snow. This served as the foundation of a vast canopy like a dome, though far too extended to be expressed by the earthly architectural meaning of that term. We drew near the building, and I perceived that the dome was suspended over the vast circular space. "This," said my guide, "is the place where all infants of every race from thy globe are gathered for the instruction and support of their infant natures..."

"...Whenever an infant dies on earth, the guardian angel who bears up the spirit to the Lord of Peace, perceives its interior type of mind, and according to its type it is classed with others of like order of intelligence; and as the skillful gardener on earth in one floral division trains the various species of the lily, and in another compartment roses, and in another camelias or the honeysuckles; so here angelic wisdom classifies the infant spirits, and according to their variety of artistic, scientific, and social tendencies, assigneth each to a home best adapted to the unfolding of its interior germs of life, into intellectual, artistic, or industrial harmony."

An excerpt from the chapter:
Jesus Appears in Infant Nursery

As He spoke guardian angels drew near, and each presented Him with their Treasure. He moved His hand above them, and goodness like dew-drops fell therefrom, and the infants appeared to drink as from a fountain of living water. They were blessed. The emanation from that Being was the breath of life.
The temple wore a new aspect. As the scene was closing, the angels who attended Him played upon stringed instruments, and sung of Redemption. He moved His gracious hand as if in approbation of what the guardian angels had done; and they all bowed and veiled their faces in the garment of glory that encompassed them. Suddenly music, like the voice of many waters, arose from every temple in the broad nursery of the great city. And as the utterance moved forth in one swelling wave of angelic song, that Being with those who had accompanied Him, reascended, and the angels of this temple resumed their former movement.