Photos by Kim Zahan of the post in the
marsh, Ocean City, NJ
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This is Easter weekend and we’re
down the shore in Ocean City, NJ. While
it may look like spring outside, it doesn’t feel like it. I just returned from
the local Starbucks to get some blueberry muffins and the temperature is only in
the high 30s at 7:30AM. While it doesn’t seem like it today, Easter down here
is almost like the unofficial start of spring, especially when it is this
early. Lots of families celebrate this
sacred holiday by returning to their favorite vacation site each spring to kick
off the new, forthcoming summer. Memories are waiting to be made, but only
after people go to church wearing a coat or jacket and dream of the warmer
weather to, hopefully, come soon.
Ocean City’s prides itself on being
“America’s Greatest Family Resort.” It has one of the best boardwalks on the
Jersey Shore, lots of beaches and a state park with several miles of
unobstructed beach and dune structure, a terrific downtown shopping area, and alcohol
is not for sale on the island. Since it is so flat, bicycles in the summer are
one of the main modes of transportation. (For older readers, remember when we
were kids and those big tires that were
on the Cadillac of bicycles, the Schwinn Phantom? That style of bike is everywhere
down here.)
Because last night was a full moon,
the high tide is higher than normal and the low, lower. Right now it is almost
high tide, and the little creeks that wander throughout the marsh are spilling
their banks of the incoming, still cold, bay water. The weathered section of
someone’s wooden, dock, catwalk is now afloat on the incoming tide. It tore
loose during a previous storm and floated into our marsh as so much flotsam and
has remained as an eyesore since that time. But now, a soon-to-be-nesting pair of Mallards
are sitting on it warming in what little sun there is.
The marsh is brown due to the dead
grasses, matted down from a winter of icy high tides and snow from various
nor’easters that pounded the East Coast over the past several months. At the
end of the marsh, right next to a low tide, mud flat and the bay, is an Osprey
nest. While yellow daffodils and exploding masses of forsythia are sure signs
of spring, so is the return of the Ospreys to the New Jersey coast. For those of us fortunate enough to live close
to the marsh, seeing Ospreys return to their nest is a welcome site. The nest
is a man made structure that initially was inhabited by a lone Osprey
about ten or so years ago. For the first
couple of years, there was just one bird. Then one spring a second showed up
and also took up residence. Apparently, they were male and female because after
three or four years, the first babies were born. (Ospreys mate for life.) And
since that time, every year at least one if not two babies have been born.
Let me digress for a moment. Perhaps
some of you have heard of Rachael Carson, if not read her influential work, The
Silent Spring, published in September 1962. Her book was met with fierce
opposition from the chemical industry because she exposed what synthetic
chemicals were doing to the environment and, among other things, the wide
spread death of birds. The Silent Spring kick-started the environmental
movement in America that in all likelihood began in 1928 with Henry Beston’s
book about Cape Cod’s great beach, called The Outermost House. (A note
about Beston’s book...for the past six to eight years, I have read this book at
least every other winter.) Among other things,
Carson’s research into why birds were dying revealed a connection between
cancer in humans and the use of many of the chemical pesticides. (This whole
thing makes a fascinating, yet scary read for anyone interested not only in
environmental things but the relationship between the natural environment and
today the foods we eat, the things we drink and the health products we put on
to look better or smell good. Rachael Carson died at age 56...of cancer.)
A further digression....I began
boating on Chesapeake Bay in the mid 1960s. Ospreys, a fish hunting and eating
bird that looks similar to the American Bald Eagle, but is a bit smaller and without
the white head and with some black feathers, was disappearing due to DDT
thinning their egg shells. By the early 1970s when I returned to the
Chesapeake, Ospreys had all but disappeared. But thanks to the courageous work
of Rachael Carson and then others, chemical companies in time were forced to
make changes. Today Ospreys number in the thousands.
It’s now evening, and the sun set
about an hour ago. The wind has picked up and is blowing from the southeast.
Snow!!! is predicted for Easter night. I just lit a fire in the fireplace. When
the wind blows at about 15 miles per hour and higher from the southeast, it
finds a hole in the caulk that surrounds the living room slider and it causes a
whistle; one that is quite loud. I
suppose some people would probably find that increasing and diminishing whistling
sound annoying, but to me it adds to the atmosphere of a place near the ocean.
But back to “our Ospreys.” They have
built a nest on the manmade structure at the end of the marsh. An Osprey nest
looks like a hodgepodge pile of sticks, which they line with moss, marsh grass,
or even plastic bags. In fact, earlier this morning when I first began writing,
one of the birds flew past our window with about a three foot length of marsh
grass trailing from its talons. They often sit on the nest, but when it’s time
to eat they take off and start flying over the water near their nest looking
for fish. (Other names for the Osprey are fish hawk, river hawk, or sea hawk.)
They will fly up to 100 feet in the air. They have excellent eyesight and once
a fish is spotted, they dive with their pinpoint sharp talons extended to catch
their prey. Sometimes they will take the
fish back to the nest to tear apart and eat, but sometimes they fly back into
the marsh, right in front of our deck to eat it on a post that stands upright
in the marsh.
The Osprey with a large flounder, eating it on
the post.
I really get jealous of those birds.
They catch one or two fish a day, sometimes flounder or other types that are nearly
as long as they are, and an Osprey can be up to 24inches long. While I haven’t fished much, whenever I do I
usually get skunked, while the birds keep on catching. So sometimes they bring
the fish back to the post right off our deck. The post is a weathered 4x4” (or a
5x5”) piece of wood. There is no telling how long that post has been out there,
about 50 yards away from our balcony. Someone pounded it into the marsh for
some reason and it stands upright about 3 ½ to 4 feet high.
The Osprey land on the post with the
fish in its talons. We sometimes refer to it as the “killing post.” Many times
they’ll wait before beginning to tear at the fish. As they sit a scene from the
movie “Finding Nemo” develops. Seagulls come from out of nowhere and land in
the marsh around the base of the post. As the Osprey picks at the fish,
sometimes bloody pieces land in the grass and the gulls go after the scraps. Remember
the gulls in the movie who kept squawking, “Mine.” “Mine.” This is what it
reminds me of. But because it is Easter
weekend, I am reminded of something else.
Easter
morning at 6:33AM
In the Gospel of Matthew Chapter 24
are these words of Jesus. He said of His return,
27 For
as the lightning comes from the east and flashes to the west, so also will the
coming of the Son of Man be. NKJV
Sunrises at the shore can be both
beautiful and unique at the same time. Carol is sitting by the fire, reading
her Bible and looking out the east facing window. She said, “The sky looks like
winter.” Jesus will again be seen, but this time it will be when He comes in
the eastern sky. The current sky is all clouds of grey, with but one exception.
There is a narrow, clear-of-clouds section, just above the horizon and below
the dark cloud line. Although the sun itself has not yet appeared, its early
light has momentarily turned that narrow strip an almost blood red.
It was a killing post. The shape of
the piece of wood on which Jesus was crucified, according to some, cannot be
exactly described. It could have been a rough wooden pole or a cross in the
traditional sense that many Christians picture when the word is mentioned. But
whatever it was, nails were driven through Him and into that rough beam of
wood. His blood would have run from that piercing. Then after Jesus died and
soldier pierced His side, His red blood again would have run down. Why?
3 We
despised him and rejected him;
he endured suffering and pain.
No one would even look at him—
we ignored him as if he were nothing.
he endured suffering and pain.
No one would even look at him—
we ignored him as if he were nothing.
4 “But
he endured the suffering that should have been ours,
the pain that we should have borne.
All the while we thought that his suffering
was punishment sent by God.
5 But because of our sins he was wounded,
beaten because of the evil we did.
We are healed by the punishment he suffered,
made whole by the blows he received. Isaiah 53:3-5 (GNT)
the pain that we should have borne.
All the while we thought that his suffering
was punishment sent by God.
5 But because of our sins he was wounded,
beaten because of the evil we did.
We are healed by the punishment he suffered,
made whole by the blows he received. Isaiah 53:3-5 (GNT)
There is a somewhat derogatory term
in Christian circles that refers to the people who only attend church on the
high holidays, such as Christmas and Easter. They are sometimes called “C &
E Christians.” But that is the thing
about Easter, it’s not just a high church holiday. The world celebrates this
day as the day that Jesus died for us all: those who regularly attend church;
those who only periodically attend church; those who never attend church; or
those who despise and reject Him. Why?
(Because) all
have sinned and come short of the glory of God. Romans 3:23 (KJV)
23 (And)
the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ
Jesus our Lord. Romans 6:23 (NASB)
11...remember
what you were in the past. 12 At that time you were apart from
Christ. You were foreigners and did not belong to God's chosen people. You had
no part in the covenants, which were based on God's promises to his people, and
you lived in this world without hope and without God. 13 But
now, in union with Christ Jesus you, who used to be far away, have been brought
near by the blood of Christ. 14 For Christ himself has brought
us peace....Ephesians 2:11-14 (GNT)
In
closing, while on the one hand the message of Easter is quite simple—we all
sinned so we’ll be forever separated from God but for God’s son Jesus, who died
for us to take away our sins—on the other hand, this message has been spoken
for a couple thousand years and predicted hundreds of years before that....and
people still harden their hearts and turn away. Mankind is still represented by
the two thieves who died with Him. One accepted the offer of salvation, while
the other hardened his heart. This Easter season, please don’t be like the one who
hardened his heart but be like one of whom The Message Bible says this:
18-20 “Come.
Sit down. Let’s argue this out.”
This is God’s Message:
“If your sins are blood-red,
they’ll be snow-white.
If they’re red like crimson,
they’ll be like wool.
If you’ll willingly obey,
you’ll feast like kings.
But if you’re willful and stubborn,
you’ll die like dogs.”
That’s right. God says so. Isaiah 1:18-20 (MSG)
This is God’s Message:
“If your sins are blood-red,
they’ll be snow-white.
If they’re red like crimson,
they’ll be like wool.
If you’ll willingly obey,
you’ll feast like kings.
But if you’re willful and stubborn,
you’ll die like dogs.”
That’s right. God says so. Isaiah 1:18-20 (MSG)
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