Are you Okay, Mr. Sky?

At the Orange Public library, there was this picture-- a painting-- I came across-- it was a little baby chicken looking up at the vividly darkish-blue sky. In the description above, the chick asks the heavens, "Are you okay, Mr. Sky?"

Although the piece of art was masterfully crafted by that of an adolescent child, never had it hit me more than any other piece of art-- that of Dali, Picasso, Ganguin. Now, this was rather profound, because it embodied the relationship of God to us.

"How the heck did you get God out of a personified chick conversing with a raincloud?" you're probably asking.

Let's break my train of thought down a bit. God-- who is He? He's our Father in Heaven. He's not our physical babydaddy, what say you, but he did create us from celestial scratch. Because of this father-son (NOT creator/subject) relationship, he loves us a ton. He rejoices with us when we're happy and he cries with us when we're sad. Now, with all that in mind, let's reexamine the picture. Imagine that the personified chick was feeling pretty down-- or sinned for some inexplicable reason. What do you think about the meaning now?

     God sees us and he has feelings just as we do-- we were given such traits from the Man who exhibits the quintessence of them!  Let's rephrase that phrase: We have feelings just as He does.  Although it may not be wholly understandable to many, even me, one may see evidence in it in this divine translation of Genesis, in the twenty-eighth verse.