Thursday, June 14, 2007

On Golden Pond

A loon cuts through the golden waters of Caribou Lake on it's way to join up with his mate.

Sunsets often turn golden when there is a lot of humidity in the atmosphere. Just prior to sunset, the pure white light from the sun must travel 30 times the distance through the atmosphere as it does at high noon. As the photons travel through the air, the weaker wavelengths ( Blues and purples) get bounced off of the water and dust molecules in the air, leaving the longer more powerful orange, yellow and red colors.

I love watching sunsets because they remind me of the unchanging nature of God. the sun rises and sets at exactly the time and place God designed it to be. In the chaos of life, make yourself stop and enjoy the next sunset or sunrise. The God who put the planets and stars in place has something to show you about himself through the wonders of His creation.

Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honor and majesty.
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:

Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:--Psalm 104

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Monarch of the Lilac's

With the arrival of June in the Northland comes the syrupy fragrance of lilac's drifting through the damp summer air. Here, a Monarch butterfly flutters to a stop on fresh blossoms, looking for a snack of sweet pollen.

The Monarch butterfly is one the most easily recognized and beloved insects in North America. With its vivid orange and black markings and erratic flight patterns, it brings a touch of uplifting joy to everyone that sees it.

Each adult butterfly lives only about four to five weeks. But one of the many wonders of the Monarchs is the annual creation of a unique "Methuselah generation" (Methuselah meaning "Long Life" and was a person in the Bible who lived 969 years). As autumn approaches a very special generation of butterflies is born. Unlike their parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-great-grandparents -- all of whom had short lives measured only in weeks -- these migratory butterflies survive seven or eight months.

This generation performs the incredible feat of flying from Canada and the United States to the center of Mexico -- after which they begin the northward journey again. Once they reach the United States, a kind of relay race begins: their short-lived offspring, with only four or five weeks to live, continue making the trek northward over several generations.

Sometimes God uses the little things of His creation to show us how big He is.

But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. 1Co 1:27