The Art Collector

I thought this was a really cool story so I thought I would share. (I stink at spelling by the way.)

Once there was an art collector. He had the most beautiful art in the world! He had collected this for years and years. It was the second most important thing to him. But the thing that he loved most of all, was his son.
Years later, the man died. In his will, he wanted to hold an auction to sell all of the art.
The first painting held up was a painting that was done by the man...it was of his son. He was no artist, so it wasn't very good, and there were no bids.
The price got lower and lower but still no bids.
The people began shouting to move on to the next piece.
"I can't!" The auctionere replied. "In the will, it says that I can't move on to any other pieces until this painting sells!"
One of the people who had worked for the old man had come to the auction. He knew how much his son meant to the man, so he offered to buy the painting.
"The auction is now open!" The man said, reaching for the next painting. Then he stopped, looked at the will, and said, "Never mind. The auction is closed..."
The people were shocked and confused!
"What do you mean it's closed?" One of them called out.
"The will states that whoever gets the son, gets it all."

I thought this was a neat example of how it is when some one gets saved. When some one chooses the Son, they get it all!
Whacha think, guys?

God Bless and NEVER Alone!

Idina