Daily Photo Parable

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Maylan Schurch
Sabbath, March 14, 2026

One evening late last month I glanced up and caught this dramatic view of three power-line wires arcing across the sky. The sun reflected dazzlingly from each of them, and the first thought that came to my mind was the three angels.

In Revelation 14, three mighty angels play a key role in announcing the end-time return of Jesus. Each one bears an important message, and the fact that they’re depicted as flying high and shouting loudly makes it clear that God wants them listened to.

For a fascinating Bible study which will talk you step-by-step through their messages, click the link just below:

https://www.bibleinfo.com/en/questions/three-angels-messages

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Maylan Schurch
Friday, March 13, 2026

Two or three days ago I caught sight of this weatherbeaten box which used to contain copier paper.

But the label caught my attention in a different way. It struck me that we could look at “copy” not as an adjective but as a verb, an action-word. In other words, when you look at life from this direction, you could make a convincing case that you and I need to “copy paper.” In other words, be like paper. Imitate paper.

What am I talking about? Well, the main thing about copier paper is that it’s blank. It’s not cluttered up with pre-printed borders or patterns which may not fit everybody’s personalities or needs, and might distract from what whoever’s running the printer wants to say. From edge to edge, regular copier paper is totally ready for what’s printed or copied on it.

I think that’s what God prefers our lives to be like. We’re humans, of course, and not pulp paper, and we all accumulate habits and other tendencies which make it hard for God’s image to be clearly reproduced.

But God is miraculously able to erase what it defective in our lives, and change us into the likeness of our Savior. You can find more about this in the eight-verse deep-dive into the essential truths about “purity.” Click the link just below:

https://www.bibleinfo.com/en/topics/purity

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Russell Jurgensen
Thursday, March 12, 2026

This was my first time at a batting cage, and I found it a little more exhilarating than I expected. The balls from the pitching machine seemed pretty fast, even with the speed turned down. In this picture, a person is doing the pitching, which makes it more exciting because you never know when the ball will come inside.

There ended up being a lot of baseballs on the ground (which we had to pick up ourselves.) It seems it can relate to this Bible verse that refers to a lot of generations.

Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments.
Deuteronomy 7:9

A thousand generations seems like it is really saying an unlimited number of generations where God keeps his word with us. That is a lot, and it gives us assurance that God has not forgotten us.

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Darren Milam
Wednesday, March 11, 2026

We recently had the opportunity to travel to Utah, to spend time with our three grandchildren. During our visit, we explored a children’s museum filled with hands-on learning experiences, including a beautiful saltwater fish tank that captured the attention of my grandson and me.

One of my favorite tropical fish is the clownfish, also known as anemonefish. Beyond their vibrant colors, they are fascinating because of their unique symbiotic relationship with sea anemones. (You can learn more about this here.) In the first image, you’ll see my grandson excitedly pointing out one of the “Nemos,” and in the second image, you have a closer look at the percula clownfish.

Moments like this remind me that the God we serve is incredibly creative—not only in what He has created, but also in how He has designed us with minds that are curious and imaginative.

As we stood there together, I asked my grandson to find the clownfish, and he spotted it immediately. What followed was even better, a stream of questions about the fish, the anemone, and the other creatures in the tank. I could see the curiosity in his eyes—the wheels turning as he absorbed what he was learning and prepared his next question.

It made me reflect on our own relationship with Jesus. Are we still curious? Are we still asking questions, learning more each day, and leaning into growth? I hope so. A healthy relationship is marked by curiosity—by asking, learning, and continually deepening the connection. Jesus invites us into that kind of relationship with Him.

My challenge for all of us this coming week is simple: be curious. Ask more questions. Seek more answers. I pray your daily walk is filled with new discoveries and renewed strength as you continue to grow.

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Robert Howson
Tuesday, March 10, 2026

One has to wonder how many caught the irony brought on by the Boa Constrictor slithering between the folded linen napkins; not the irony of the snake’s behavior, but the paradox of the human reaction to the event.

But first, let’s establish the setting.  We were staying at an upscale eco-lodge set in the middle of a Costa Rican rainforest.  The resort was nicer than the more humble accommodations we usually frequented and all had been done to ensure the travelers’ comfort while immersing them in the heart of the jungle.  Polished hardwood walkways connected the various cabins scattered throughout the tropical foliage.  A variety of dining options were provided onsite and we had selected Italian for that night’s dinner.  Planners had designed the dining room with open air access to the jumble of vines and broad-leafed plants growing just out of reach of the vacationers which also gave them intimate access to the colorful birds and exotic sounds coming from the forest.

We had almost finished our Lasagna Primavera when a noticeable reaction spread through others enjoying their dining experience. One after another we rose from our table to gather closer to the latest guest.  It’s quite likely the reaction would have been considerably different if the snake had been a mature female which average between 7 and 10 feet and can weigh up to 60 pounds, but this one was much less intimidating.  One of the resort naturalists calmly used his snake stick to encourage our visitor to head back into more suitable habitat.  Thinking the name Boa Constrictor was just a generic name for all snakes of that sort, I asked him what species it was and he informed me it was a Boa Constrictor.  It turns out it is one of the few animals whose common English name is the same as its scientific binomial name.

Thinking back on our encounter gave me cause to ponder my own and others’ reaction to this reptile.  Humans had voluntarily placed themselves in the middle of a tropical jungle which all sorts of creatures called home.  We had removed impediments to these creatures so we could enjoy close encounters with them while dining at our leisure.  But then we were shocked when one of them should have crossed that invisible line into “our” territory.  How strange.  But no stranger than when we place ourselves on that “Old Serpent’s” ground and enjoying tempting ourselves.  How strange and how foolish.  Common sense tells us if we wish to avoid falling to temptation, the wisest plan is to avoid putting ourselves on Satan’s ground.

Photo ©2010 and Commentary ©2026 by Chuck Davis
Monday, March 9, 2026

One might think that the damage in today’s photo was caused by careless disregard of the forest.  But it is not what it seems.  The platform that was chopped into the trunk of this tree is just one example of more that fifteen trees with similar holes that I have found in the Commonwealth Basin near Snoqualmie Pass.  It is a remnant of commercial fur trapping that took place until the early 1950’s.  The trapper used the platform to place bait and a trap in hopes of catching a fur bearing animal. Typical targets in this area included: fishers, pine martens, weasels, ermines and other similar animals.  Now within the boundaries of the Alpine Lakes Wilderness, all commercial activity is prohibited.  As the trees age, the old “Trapper Trees” are disappearing.

“Above all, you must understand that in the last days scoffers will come, scoffing and following their own evil desires. They will say, “Where is this ‘coming’ he promised? Ever since our ancestors died, everything goes on as it has since the beginning of creation.” (2 Peter 3:3-4 NIV).  Many today discount the Bible account because they find no modern evidence. To their detriment, they ignore the extensive objective support of archeological finds.

Today’s photo is a caution. At some point all signs of trapping in the Basin will disappear. Like with the Bible, skeptics might then discount the historical accounts of this activity. I encourage you to read all of 2 Peter 3 for the rest of the story.

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Shelley Schurch
Sunday, March 8, 2026

I remember the feeling of desolation, and the fact that I was in a very large, unfamiliar space. I was almost three years old and my mother and two older sisters were with me, aware of my grief and sorrow.

My mother later filled in the gaps of this snippet of a memory. We were away from my father and our southeastern Alaskan home, traveling by steamship and then trains to visit my mother’s family in eastern Washington and my father’s family in Nevada. (I pause to marvel at my mother’s bravery to undertake this long trip with three children.)

She told me I was remembering being in a large train station, in Salt Lake City, I think, at the point where I discovered my favorite toy friend was missing. More than missing, gone for good. I’ve heard that our earliest memories are usually marked by trauma, and it’s true that the few memories I have of this long trip are ones I would describe as toddler-sized trauma.

This long ago memory resurfaced when we saw this stuffed elephant on our morning walk. It looked like he’d been carefully placed on this large rock, one of many that rim our neighborhood park, so that whoever lost him could find him.

He was still there the next day, and the day after. Rain was threatening, so I moved him a  few feet away to shield him under a tree but keep him visible to any search party.

He’s not there anymore, and my fond hope is that he has been reunited with the child who possibly loved him as much as I loved my favorite toy.

The elephant’s pose made him look patient, as if he knew he’d been forgotten but was serenely waiting for his person to come retrieve him.

It reminded me of two things. First, the oft-repeated assertion that an elephant never forgets. Wanting to check the fact or fiction of this statement, I read anecdotes from several elephant sanctuaries and zoological societies, and research from scientists – all fascinating, and all confirming the strength and length of elephants’ memories, plus their excellent problem-solving skills, sophisticated communication systems, empathy, and compassion.

It seemed ironic that this little elephant, a symbol of never forgetting, had been forgotten.

And second, this reminded me of Jesus:

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?

Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands . . .”

(Isaiah 49:15-16a NIV)

The Easter season is drawing near, a time when we are invited to think – and feel – deeply about the chosen death of Jesus, who chose to take the nails in his hands and feet, and die a death that would secure eternal life for all of us who choose to embrace Him and His sacrifice.

It may seem like a strange stretch to connect a forgotten stuffed elephant, waiting on a rock, with the Lamb of God, who is also our Mighty Rock of Ages, but I happily accept all reminders of how much Jesus loves us, and how much He longs for us to return that love.

As we step out into this new week, remember to live loved, because you are!