Saturday, April 18, 2015

POTM...*: From Epiphytes to Chelonioidytes

(*Photo[s] of the Month)

OK, what do epiphytes and chelonioidytes have in common? Actually, not much, except that I encountered them both during some recent hiking in Florida!

Epiphytes are also known as ‘air plants,’ plants that can attach themselves to just about anything, from tree bark to power lines, and receive all the moisture and nutrients they need from the air, sun and rain. Obviously, they tend to be more prolific in warmer and more humid environments. Chelonioidytes are a family of sea turtles, and though I didn’t actually see the creatures themselves, I was out at sunrise and was the first to see their tracks on the beach, fresh from the lady having laid a clutch of eggs the night before.

Florida is covered with epiphytes, from bromeliads (that can also be seen as houseplants or planted in landscaping) to orchids to ferns to the ubiquitous Spanish Moss hanging from pine and oak. My favorite is the Cardinal Wild Pine, pictured here twice, a strangely-named bromeliad with a spiky red flower. They were prolific in a bald cypress swamp, the boardwalk of which was part of a hike I made in the DuPuis Natural Management Area in western Martin County. The plant can be two feet broad and the flower two feet tall and more.

Over on the coast, I went nearly every morning to my favorite place in the area, Hobe Sound National Wildlife Refuge on the northern half of Jupiter Island. March and April is nesting time for Florida’s three kinds of sea turtles – loggerheads, greens and leatherbacks. I would typically say that these two separate sets of new tracks were made by loggerheads, by far the most abounding genus of the three to hit the beaches there. The only odd thing was that the particular mama in the first photo was enormous, much larger than the average loggerhead: the track of the carapace alone being dragged across the sand looked to be about three feet wide, with the flipper tracks extending to nearly six feet. This made me wonder if it was a leatherback, the largest sea turtle, but far more rare and endangered. The turtles come in the night, lay hundreds of eggs, and are gone before the first hint of dawn. Several weeks later, if the nest survives predation, the little hatchlings will look for the light of the moon over the ocean to guide them toward their watery abode. I remember snorkeling in the Pacific one time and seeing a sea turtle ‘in flight.’ What a beautiful sight.

To say the least, natural beauty captures me, and I imagine if you are a regular reader of this blog, the same is true for you. One of my favorite authors is Henri Nouwen, who said in his book Creative Ministry that we must be careful we are not
like the busy man who walks up to a precious flower and says, “What for God’s sake are you doing here? Can’t you get busy someway?” and then finds himself unable to understand the flower’s response: “I am sorry, sir, but I am just here to be beautiful.”

~~RGM, April 17, 2015

Saturday, April 11, 2015

From My Nature Journal: Root Reliant

(the culprit!)
This week here at church, some workers finally pulled the tall metal stakes stabilizing several cypress trees that had been planted nine years ago when the building was first landscaped. That should be enough stabilization, don’t you think? Not quite. A seemingly lovely twelve-foot tree was on the ground the very next morning after only moderately strong winds, its root ball less than a foot in diameter after all this time. Sure, it was not growing as tall as the others, 
                                      but that might not have clued anyone but a horticulturist.

The beauty and health of a tree depends on the strength of the root.
Injure that foundation and the tree is wounded, impaired, even destroyed. Protect and nourish the root and the tree is benefited, strengthened, blessed. I recall reading of a poignant case in point: in the early going of the National Park system’s ‘tree parks’ (Sequoia, Redwoods, etc.), people would park and camp under the tree canopies, compressing the soil and suffocating the roots. As these trees died, it became clear that they were literally being loved to death.

The beauty and health of a tree depends
on the strength of the root… Lord, sink
your roots into every part of me…

The Bible speaks of the cross of Christ as a tree: He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree (1 Peter 2:12). If that be so, it also must have roots of a sort, roots that must somehow support and build me: Remember that it is not you who supports the root, but the root that supports you (Romans 11:18).

So, Lord, sink the roots of Your holy tree deep into every part of me. Extend its roots…

…into the good soil of my willingness…
…and the precious minerals of my righteousness…
…But also into the sands of my restlessness…
…and the stones of my willfulness…
…even the compost of my sinfulness…
…the crags of my brokenness…
…the clay of my humanness…
…the muck of my earthiness…
…and the mud of my messiness…
…Into the waters of my freshness…
…the loam of my openness…
…and the promise of my fertileness.
                                                                                                           
Send Your roots deep, and find in me place, purpose and welcome.
                                                                                                                        
And the surviving remnant of the house of Judah shall again take root downward and bear fruit upward (2 Kings 19:30).

The root of the righteous yields fruit (Proverbs 12:12).

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that… we might live for righteousness (1 Peter 2:12).


(not our photography this week!)

~~RGM, April 10, 2015

Monday, April 6, 2015

Blowin' in the Wind: Another Song for the Season


(Blowin’ in the Wind is a regular feature on my blog consisting of an assortment of nature writings – hymns, songs, excerpts, prayers, Bible readings, poems or other things – pieces I may not have written but that inspire me or have given me joy. I trust they will do the same for you.)



We’ve just come through the highest of holy days in the Christian faith, and my heart is absolutely full: I was able to lead Easter worship yesterday for the first time since 1996. Being on mid-judicatory denominational staff all the years since then has provided its wonderful ministry blessings, but wow, I have missed worship leading!

I’m brought back in memory to my first Easter away from local parish church ministry. My wife and kids and I were visiting family in Florida that holiday, something a pastor’s family is not typically able to do. (It had been nearly two decades for us.) But as the pastor in my in-laws’ church stood for the call to worship, leading the resounding call and response, “Christ is risen! Christ is risen indeed!” silent tears coursed down my cheeks, and I got so choked up not a word could be croaked of the traditional hymn that followed, Christ the Lord is Risen Today. I was wishing I were the one up there leading that proclamation that wonderful holiday.

Not so this year! As a result, I find my spirit overflowing with the songs of the season in a renewed way, having pored over the hymnal’s Lenten and Resurrection sections, seeing again all the good old tunes, reminding me of what I have missed. In the process, I was looking for one that had occurred to me while writing my blog two weeks ago on the heavens declaring the glory of God, Christ Whose Glory Fills the Skies, and did not find it in one of those two hymn sections. There it was among the Epiphany hymns, appropriately so, but as I got reacquainted I thought it could also be a good’n to be reminded of during Eastertide.

It’s a ‘greatest hit’ from renowned Methodist hymnwriter Charles Wesley, right up there in my estimation with his Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Amazing Love, O For a Thousand Tongues, and the above-mentioned Christ the Lord is Risen Today, these among more than 6,000 that he wrote! Here it is, written in 1740, published since in over 400 hymnals, Christ Whose Glory Fills the Skies.

Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies, by Charles Wesley

Christ, Whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise!
Triumph o’er the shades of night!
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Day Star, in my heart appear.

Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee.
Joyless is the day’s return
Till Thy mercy’s beams I see,
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

Visit then this soul of mine.
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief.
Fill me, Radiancy Divine;
Scatter all my unbelief.
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

As mentioned above, I wrote two weeks ago on “The heavens declare the glory of God (Psalm 19:1),” of the sky’s luminaries and phenomena reflecting God’s grandeur. Yet this old hymn picks up the skyward glory of God from another angle, Christ’s glory, the Light of the world, whose radiance dispels doubt, brightens the world’s troubling shadows, and lightens the load being borne by every child of earth. It’s not the Easter story per se, but it’s what was accomplished as the result of the Lord’s resurrection.

It’s a true truth worth contemplating awhile, and I will. Perhaps you, too.

Happy Easter!

~~RGM, April 6, 2015