A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had nearly everything in their gallery, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often spend hours together admiring and discussing the stunning compositions before them.
One day the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while saving another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only child.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood there with a large gleaming 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 his heart. In his shock his death was painless.
He often spoke about you and your shared love of art.” The young man brought forward his hands. “I know it isn’t much. I’m not a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.”
The father unwrapped the parcel. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. The father stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his lost future on the canvas. The father was so drawn to his son’s eyes that his own eyes welled with tears. His throat seized. He thanked the young man as best he could and, nearly choking, offered to pay him for the priceless image. “Oh, no, sir. I could never repay what your son did for me. It is a gift.”
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. From then on whenever visitors came to call, he first took them to see the painting of his son before he presented any of the other great works they had collected together. ...And yet, still heartbroken, with only his son’s portrait to console - as well as torture by his absence - overtime the gentlemen’s body failed him as his heart was steadily cut-up from the sum total of gloom, grief is capable of rending.
There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the fruit of the greatest artists and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the man’s son. The auctioneer pounded the gavel.
“We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?” There was silence. Then a voice near the back of the room shouted, “We want to see the famous paintings. Skip that 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 armature portrait! We came to see the Van Goughs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids.” But still the auctioneer continued. “The son! Who will take the son?”
Finally, a voice came from the back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son, of whom both he was fond. “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.” But the auctioneer continued. “$10 is the bid, won’t someone bid $20?” The crowd was becoming angry. They didn’t want the image 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!” But the auctioneer laid down his gavel. “I’m sorry, the auction is over.”
“What about the paintings?”
“All apologies. When I was called to conduct the 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 art collection. That man in the back who took the son gets everything.”
God gave his son over 2000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is, “The Son, the Son, who will take the Son?” Because, you see, whoever takes the Son, gets everything...
What a wonderful, truthful, and much needed witness, A17. In these current times, those who choose to ignore the warnings that were clearly stated by God, will on the day of judgment, face consequences too awlful to imagine. I pray your missive will open their hearts while there is still time. May the birth of our Savior be the primary reason for celebration this Christmas.
Love your "short personal story" Keep listening to that "still small voice' as he will never leave you nor forsake you. Amazing how transformative the scriptures are when we read them with purpose. The future with Christ is not to be feared but embraced. Pleased to know you have escaped Babylon and Christmas must mean so much more to you now you know the reason for the season. I appreciate all you have written to date and your courage at times of adversity. I wish you a blessed future and encourage you to stay strong. Everything works together for good to those who love him and follow him. Whatever lies before us he will continue to clothe us, feed us and lead us
I am nolonger a bible believer, I find many things in it, that indicate that this attack on humanity has been carefully planned. Eg.
Matthew 24 : The chapter is in some versions called ‘The end times and Destruction of the Temple’. The whole chapter speaks about these days, especially verse 19 about pregnancy. But once you realise that ‘temple’ means ‘body’ and you wake up, you see this has been their business since long: Destruction of the body. Glyphosate, vaccines, media terror, lies about eg. the Irak war, chemicals with estrogen like effect to target masculinity - the list is long.
And then I realised, the jews worship a destroyed temple in Jerusalem!?
Maybe we are in a game?
Matthew 7:
13 “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.
14 Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.’
So, I am careful with the bible.
But I believe you are a good person, thank you for you and merry Christmas ♥️
Thank you for sharing that. Sure enjoyed it. Reminded me of the old violin at auction. And how only the Lord can put a life back into tune...the only one who makes life worthwhile, and the sole reason we are here. To worship and share our very creator who breathed the breath of life into us, and sustains it. The only one worthy of our praise and adoration...Jesus Christ, THE SON OF GOD. For there is an empty spot in our hearts that only He can fill, and no one will be truly fulfilled without Him.
Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in the piercing cold.
A story for you AUSSIE17:
Who Will Take the Son? By Unknown [Modified]
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had nearly everything in their gallery, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often spend hours together admiring and discussing the stunning compositions before them.
One day the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while saving another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only child.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood there with a large gleaming 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 his heart. In his shock his death was painless.
He often spoke about you and your shared love of art.” The young man brought forward his hands. “I know it isn’t much. I’m not a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.”
The father unwrapped the parcel. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. The father stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his lost future on the canvas. The father was so drawn to his son’s eyes that his own eyes welled with tears. His throat seized. He thanked the young man as best he could and, nearly choking, offered to pay him for the priceless image. “Oh, no, sir. I could never repay what your son did for me. It is a gift.”
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. From then on whenever visitors came to call, he first took them to see the painting of his son before he presented any of the other great works they had collected together. ...And yet, still heartbroken, with only his son’s portrait to console - as well as torture by his absence - overtime the gentlemen’s body failed him as his heart was steadily cut-up from the sum total of gloom, grief is capable of rending.
There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the fruit of the greatest artists and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the man’s son. The auctioneer pounded the gavel.
“We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?” There was silence. Then a voice near the back of the room shouted, “We want to see the famous paintings. Skip that 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 armature portrait! We came to see the Van Goughs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids.” But still the auctioneer continued. “The son! Who will take the son?”
Finally, a voice came from the back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son, of whom both he was fond. “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.” But the auctioneer continued. “$10 is the bid, won’t someone bid $20?” The crowd was becoming angry. They didn’t want the image 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!” But the auctioneer laid down his gavel. “I’m sorry, the auction is over.”
“What about the paintings?”
“All apologies. When I was called to conduct the 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 art collection. That man in the back who took the son gets everything.”
God gave his son over 2000 years ago to die on a cruel cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is, “The Son, the Son, who will take the Son?” Because, you see, whoever takes the Son, gets everything...
Excerpt from and more like this here: https://tritorch.substack.com/p/the-light-is-gathering-3-unto-earth
Merry Christmas to all you hold dear!
“The Son, the Son, who will take the Son”, I can’t stop crying.
Same, Travis, thank you. Click the linked article if you have a few minutes to spare, I think you will find it worth your time.
Beautiful story that really hits the mark.
What a wonderful, truthful, and much needed witness, A17. In these current times, those who choose to ignore the warnings that were clearly stated by God, will on the day of judgment, face consequences too awlful to imagine. I pray your missive will open their hearts while there is still time. May the birth of our Savior be the primary reason for celebration this Christmas.
AMEN!
Merry Christmas and may we all have a better New Year
Merry Christmas! Christ is Born!
Merry Christmas 🎁 coupled with prosperous new beginnings!! Many blessings to you and yours 🩷
Love your "short personal story" Keep listening to that "still small voice' as he will never leave you nor forsake you. Amazing how transformative the scriptures are when we read them with purpose. The future with Christ is not to be feared but embraced. Pleased to know you have escaped Babylon and Christmas must mean so much more to you now you know the reason for the season. I appreciate all you have written to date and your courage at times of adversity. I wish you a blessed future and encourage you to stay strong. Everything works together for good to those who love him and follow him. Whatever lies before us he will continue to clothe us, feed us and lead us
Merry Christmas to you
Merry Christmas mate.
From what I've seen so few Christians are made of anything but plastic leaching chemicals but a few have shone and you are one.
Thanks for helping us uneducated reach people and understand a bit more.
🎄 Merry Christmas to you as well, and a Happy and Healthy New Year. Blessings to you and your family, your posts are appreciated 🙏
So which version of the bible did you eventually like the most?
Have you read any of the apocryphal works? Some were translated by the same people who did the King James version and at the same time.
nkjv/kjv,amp,nlt
i’ve read some apocryphal but it didnt inspire
Inspiring message. God Bless.
Greetings A17,
I am nolonger a bible believer, I find many things in it, that indicate that this attack on humanity has been carefully planned. Eg.
Matthew 24 : The chapter is in some versions called ‘The end times and Destruction of the Temple’. The whole chapter speaks about these days, especially verse 19 about pregnancy. But once you realise that ‘temple’ means ‘body’ and you wake up, you see this has been their business since long: Destruction of the body. Glyphosate, vaccines, media terror, lies about eg. the Irak war, chemicals with estrogen like effect to target masculinity - the list is long.
And then I realised, the jews worship a destroyed temple in Jerusalem!?
Maybe we are in a game?
Matthew 7:
13 “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.
14 Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.’
So, I am careful with the bible.
But I believe you are a good person, thank you for you and merry Christmas ♥️
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
— Gospel of Matthew 5:5
As you celebrate the Christian Christmas Season may 2026 be a bountiful and satisfying year for you.
Thank you for sharing that. Sure enjoyed it. Reminded me of the old violin at auction. And how only the Lord can put a life back into tune...the only one who makes life worthwhile, and the sole reason we are here. To worship and share our very creator who breathed the breath of life into us, and sustains it. The only one worthy of our praise and adoration...Jesus Christ, THE SON OF GOD. For there is an empty spot in our hearts that only He can fill, and no one will be truly fulfilled without Him.
Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in the piercing cold.
Merry Christmas, 🙏✝️🙏
What a beautiful story. Thank you.