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wealthy man and his son loved to collect  But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid
                 rare works of art. They had everything in  for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100,
          Atheir collection, from Picasso to Raphael.  $200?"
          They would often sit together and admire the great  Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't come to
          works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out,  see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's,
          the son went to war.                                    the Rembrandt's. Get on with the real bids!"
          He was very courageous and died in battle while  But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The
          rescuing another soldier. The father was notified  son! Who'll take the son?"
          and grieved deeply for his only son.                    Finally, a voice came from the very back of the
          About a month later, just before Christmas, there  room. It was the long-time gardener of the man
          was a knock on the door.                                and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting."
          A  young  man  stood  at  the  door  with  a  large  Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. "We
          package  in  his  hands.  He  said,  "Sir,  you  don't  have $10, who will bid $20?"
          know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son  "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
          gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he  "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20'?"
          was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him  The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want
          in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked  the  picture  of  the  son.  They  wanted  the  more
          about you, and your love for art."                      worthy  investments  for  their
          The young man held out his package. "I know this  collections.  The  auctioneer
          isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think  pounded  the  gavel.  "Going
          your son would have wanted you to have this."           once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
         The father opened the package. It was a portrait of  A man sitting in the second row
         his son, painted by the young man. He stared in  shouted, "Now let's get on with
         awe  at  the  way  the  soldier  had  captured  the  the collection!"
         personaiity of his son in the painting. The father  The  auctioneer  laid  down  his
         was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled  gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is
         up  with  tears.  He  thanked  the  young  man  and  over."  "What  about  the
         offered to pay him for the picture.                      paintings?"
         "Oh, no sir, l could never repay what your son did  "I am sorry. When I was called to
         for me. lt's a gift."                                    conduct this auction, I was told
         The father hung the portrait over his mantelpiece.  of a secret stipulation in the will.
         Every time visitors came to his home he took them  I was not allowed to reveal that
         to see the portrait of his son before he showed  stipulation until this time. Only
         them  any  of  the  other  great  works  he  had  the painting of the son would be
         collected.                                               auctioned. Whoever bought that
         The man died a few months later. There was to be a  painting would inherit the entire
         great  auction  of  his  paintings.  Many  influential  estate, including the paintings.
         people  gathered,  excited  over  seeing  the  great  The man who took the son gets
         paintings and having an opportunity to purchase  everything!"
         some for their collection. On the platform was the  God gave His Son 2 000 years
         painting of the man's son.                               ago to die on a cruel cross. Much
         The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start  like the auctioneer, His message
         the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will  today  is,  "The  Son,  the  Son,
         bid for this picture?"                                   who'll take the Son?"
         There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the  Because  you  see,  whoever
         room  shouted,  "We  want  to  see  the  famous  takes the Son gets everything!
         paintings. Skip this one.”                               Author  unknown






          An Atlantic liner was caught in  make port, for I have seen the
          a storm. For two days the wind  pilot, and he is smiling.
          raged.  Passengers  were  With  the  Great  Pilot  directing
          frightened!                          our  lives,  we  can  smile  on
          At  last  an  anxious  passenger  through  every  storm  and
          climbed  by  great  effort  to  smiling, be at peace!
          where  he  could  see  the  pilot.  - Youth’s Comrade
          Coming back down among the
          passengers,  he  spread  the
          glad tidings of peace. Said he,
          “We are all right. This ship will
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