The Sky That Went Along

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 6, 1907

The Sky That Went Along

DEATH had taken the father, and the mother with her little boy was leaving the old home. They had walked a long and weary way. The dear familiar sights had long been left behind, and they were amid new and strange surroundings. Suddenly the boy looked up and noticed that the sky was the same, the same lovely blue, the same fleecy clouds. “Mama,” he exclaimed, “the sky goes along with us!”

Happy little philosopher! Constantly in life’s journey are we leaving familiar scenes and associations behind us. Well for us that God’s overarching sky, with its blue canopy by day and starlit dome by night, goes along with us. And there is so much of it.

There was another boy, born in the slums of a great city, his home a dark room in a tenement-house in a narrow alley. It was not his to know the green fields, the daisies in the meadow, the cool brooks, or the whispering trees. Even the sky was to him a tiny patch seen through the encroaching fronts of rickety houses in a dingy street. One day, through some kind providence, the boy found himself in “God’s out of doors.” With shining face and wide-open eyes he cried out, “Why, how much sky there is!” Yes, there is a great deal of sky for those who will look up.—Selected.