Fw: Take my Son

Fri Oct 30 04:07:29 EDT 2009

--- On Wed, 28/10/09, Rosemary Hale <rosiehale1 at yahoo.co.uk> wrote:

From: Rosemary Hale <rosiehale1 at yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Fw: Take my Son
To: claire161177 at yahoo.co.uk
Date: Wednesday, 28 October, 2009, 17:44

Hi Clare,

Hope you and Nik are well. I was sent this and thought you might like it as much as me Rosemary x

----- Forwarded Message ----
From: ANGIE DANIEL <angie.daniel at btinternet.com>
To: pkempton at talktalk.net; Rosemary Hale <rosiehale1 at yahoo.co.uk>; Lesley Alexander <lesjalexander at yahoo.co.uk>
Sent: Saturday, 24 October, 2009 17:12:22
Subject: Fw: Take my Son

Hope you like this as much as me.

----- Forwarded Message ----
From: Jan Lacy <jan.lacy at connectfree.co.uk>
To: Brenda Quy <robert at rjqa.fsnet.co.uk>
Cc: Angie Daniel <angie.daniel at btinternet.com>; Yve Setter <patch02 at tiscali.co.uk>; Dawn Drury <the.boathouse at tiscali.co.uk>; Sally Forward <sally.forward at hotmail.co.uk>
Sent: Wednesday, 14 October, 2009 12:33:09
Subject: Fw: Take my Son

----- Original Message ----- 
From: Max 
To: Max 
Sent: Tuesday, October 13, 2009 4:16 PM
Subject: FW: Take my Son

Subject: Take my Son

Take a moment to read it; the ending will surprise you.

Take my Son 

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. 

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 this 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 somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?' 

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, 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 long-time 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.' 

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 everything!' 

God gave His son 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 HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE 

Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you. 

Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make.' 

God Bless. 

If I don't get this back, I will know you really didn't read it. I got this from someone and thought the last part was really a good thought. 

Too bad that the person who sent it to me did not know 10 people who would admit to knowing the Lord. 

Do You Love Him? 
The Poem 
I knelt to pray but not for long, 
I had too much to do. 
I had to hurry and get to work 
For bills would soon be due. 
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, 
And jumped up off my knees. 
My Christian duty was now done 
My soul could rest at ease...... 
All day long I had no time 
To spread a word of cheer 
No time to speak of Christ to friends, 
They'd laugh at me I'd fear. 
No time, no time, too much to do, 
That was my constant cry, 
No time to give to souls in need 
But at last the time, the time to die 
I went before the Lord, 
I came, I stood with downcast eyes. 
For in his hands God! held a book; 
It was the book of life. 
God looked into his book and said 
'Your name I cannot find 
I once was going to write it down... 
But never found the time' 
Now do you have the time to pass it on? 

If you look at what you do not have in life, you don't have anything, If you look at what you have in life, you have everything. 

READ THE FIRST LINE CAREFULLY. ... 
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. 
Happy moments, praise God. 
Difficult moments, seek God. 
Quiet moments, worship God. 
Painful moments, trust God. 
Every moment, thank God. 

They say if you pass this on, you will receive a miracle.  I am passing this on because I thought it was really pretty, and who couldn't use a miracle?! 

Bing™ brings you maps, menus, and reviews organized in one place. Try it now. 

No virus found in this incoming message.
Checked by AVG - www.avg.com 
Version: 8.5.409 / Virus Database: 270.14.1/2407 - Release Date: 10/01/09 06:34:00

No virus found in this incoming message.
Checked by AVG - www.avg.com 
Version: 8.5.409 / Virus Database: 270.14.1/2407 - Release Date: 10/01/09 06:34:00

New Email addresses available on Yahoo! 
Get the Email name you've always wanted on the new @ymail and @rocketmail.
Hurry before someone else does!

-- 
Dr. Elise Monerasinghe
__________________________________

Life is mostly froth and bubble, 
Two things stand like stone -
Kindness in another's trouble, 
Courage in your own.

New! Receive and respond to mail from other email accounts from within Hotmail Find out how.
No virus found in this incoming message.
Checked by AVG - www.avg.com
Version: 8.5.421 / Virus Database: 270.14.13/2432 - Release Date: 10/13/09 06:35:00

Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com 

-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <http://janus.pronameservice.net/pipermail/members_laindonbaptistchurch.org/attachments/20091030/17e49ee0/attachment-0001.html>