Picture this; A master painter completes a masterpiece. He takes it outside his home because he wants to see it in the sunlight. His yard is too shady, so he takes it to the park across the street, places it on his easel and turns it towards the sun. He takes a few minutes to examine his artistry. After a thorough examination he decides that it is very good and he sits down on a bench to rest.
People start to wander by and they all stop to look and converse about the painting. Soon there are many people and they all seem to be in agreement that the painting is breathtaking in its beauty, but none of them seem to notice the artist on the bench who hears every word.
There are many people who want to know the artist and tell him what a wonderful painter he is. But, there are also many people who seem to think that there is no artist, that the painting must have painted itself somehow.
Some of these people are scientists, and they rush off to get all of their tools. When they return they take all kinds of measurements. Besides the length and width of the masterpiece, and the thickness of the canvas, they measure the brush strokes and take notes on the length and angle of each one. Each and every different hue of color is catalogued. They compile data on every single aspect of the masterpiece. Even though none of the scientists had ever painted a single painting, let alone a masterpiece, they all get together to examine the data and determine that it took a very long time but the masterpiece did, after all, paint itself.
Many in the crowd say that the scientists are wrong, that it is impossible for art to create itself. They ask where the canvas and the paint came from. They say that there must be a master painter out there somewhere and that we should find out who he is and thank him for the opportunity to experience his masterpiece.
The rest of the crowd scoffs at them, saying that the scientists have proven what they already knew, that there is no one capable of such amazing artistry.
Meanwhile on the bench, the artist sadly shakes his head. He, himself, is amazed at how foolish the scientists are and the crowd that puts their faith in them. To the rest of the crowd he determines he will introduce himself to them, accept their praise and become their friends. He will introduce them to his son. Then he will show them his greatest masterpiece; He calls it Heaven.