I heard a great story today, which touched my heart among others in a congregation. The Madrigals of my high school, of which I sing sexy Base II in, were singing at a church session. Sometimes it is asked of us to provide a speaker, or even up to three. Being a Utah community where the The Church Latter-Day Saint is domininant the group has sung mostly at those settings. Today in one such meeting, a good friend of mine in my choir section, gave the following quoted story for his speech.

Who Will 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 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 he 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 of 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 the many of the 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! The son! Who will take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.
It was the longtime gardener of the man and 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 real paintings!"
"$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 everything!"

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to take upon himself the sins of all mankind. 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

Another of the group, in the Tenor I section of the choir, has lived with his mom alone since the age of five. They have a very special relationship. He asked us to stay after to sing to her because she was having a bad day. For the first time that I can ever recall, the Madrigals gave a personal performance for his mother. We sang better then than ever before - it was as if Christmas was trying to finally get its meaning to me.