Chinese Proverb

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The Painting

This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!




  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, he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart…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











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 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 owner’s 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 My Son?”








Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.






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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, Life is built on the choices we make…

Don’t give up

Don’t give up…..

One day I decided to quit…
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality… I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

“God”, I asked, “Can you give me one good reason not to quit?”
His answer surprised me…
“Look around”, He said. “Do you see the fern and the bamboo?”

“Yes”, I replied.
“When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.

I gave them light.

I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.

Its brilliant green covered the floor.

Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.
“In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.

But I would not quit.
> In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would
not quit.” He said.
> “Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared
> to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant…But just 6
> months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
> It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.
> I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.”
He asked me. “Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots”.

“I would not quit on the bamboo.
I will never quit on you.”
“Don’t compare yourself to others.”
He said.
“The bamboo had adifferent Purpose than the fern.

Yet they both make the forest beautiful.”
“Your time will come”, God said to me.

“You will rise high”
“How high should I rise?”

I asked.
“How high will the bamboo rise?” He asked in return.
“As high as it can?” I questioned.
“Yes.” He said, “Give me glory by rising as high as you can.”
I left the forest and brought back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.
Never, Never, Never Give up.
For the Christian Prayer is not an option but an opportunity.
Don’t tell the Lord how big the problem is,
tell the problem how Great the Lord is!