Daily Photo Parable

Photo ©2010 and Commentary ©2026 by Chuck Davis
Monday, February 23, 2026

The Yaquina Head Lighthouse near Newport, Oregon remains an active, fully automated aid to ships navigating the Pacific Ocean along the Oregon coast. It flashes a unique pattern: 2s on, 2s off, 2s on, 14s off. Navigators can use this pattern to confirm their location.

The unique pattern of the lighthouse is its voice, and people can know when it is speaking. In the same way, we can know His voice when God speaks to us:

John 10:27: “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me”.

• 2 Timothy 3:16-17: “All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness”.
• Hebrews 4:12: “For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword…”.
• Isaiah 30:21: “…your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”

The more intently we listen for God’s voice, the more readily we will recognize it. The Lighthouse uses a unique pattern to ensure it is not mistaken for another voice. You can be sure that it is not God’s voice if it conflicts with what He has written in His Word.

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Maylan Schurch
Sabbath and Sunday, February 21 and 22, 2026

Almost exactly a month ago, on our post-breakfast walk, I noticed this almost unearthly object. I’ve seen dried leaves with this intricate lacy pattern, but this almost seemed round. Whatever it is, its framework takes my breath away.

The blue fur at the right is the right-hand glove of my wife Shelley, who obligingly held this plant while I snapped its photo. Shelley’s hand, within the glove, has its own framework, which she uses in many-talented ways, writing notes, preparing food, texting someone on her phone.

I wonder how many breathtaking experience you and I would have if we paused to consider the frameworks of what we see. The apples, grapes, and tangerines Shelley serves me for breakfast lie beautifully on my plate. The trees on our walk form perfect frames for juncos, Stellar jays and hummingbirds. And the structural miracles of these instinctive flyers, to me, are proofs of God’s creatorship.

I think it’s a good idea to remind ourselves that, in spite of the tragedy of sin, we were superbly created by a God of utter love. Check out the link just below:

https://www.bibleinfo.com/en/topics/creation-and-evolution

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Maylan Schurch
Friday, February 20, 2026

Take a few seconds to gaze on the mournful photo above. This year, a distressing number of my neighborhood’s lawns are starting to look like this – and some much worse. According to homeowners’ grim comments I’ve heard, this devastation is being caused by raccoons, who during the night systematically rip up these lawns in search of grubs. In the daytime, crows work the second shift, pecking for the grubs the raccoons missed. And the other day I even saw a sedate robin assessing the damage, wondering if anything was left for him.

Aside from sitting up all night on the porch with a cocked BB gun, there seems to be nothing a householder can do about this. Although the other day I saw that someone had tried the intimidation route:

I’m about to offer a suggestion, which is based squarely on no knowledge whatever of racoons, and only minimal knowledge of lawn care. I have no empirical evidence, and haven’t even Googled “How to keep racoons from tearing up a lawn”, still, I have been studying lawns on my daily walks, and have come up with the following.

I believe that the lawns which raccoons can successfully destroy are the ones (like my own, which for some reason has so far escaped the carnage) which have been neglected. These lawns are patchy, with bare areas and a bit of moss. But the lawns whose owners have regularly seeded and fertilized, have escaped. I have yet to see a healthy lawn, like the one in the photo below, which has been ravaged.

The reason, I think, is that well-planted and cared-for grass is awesomely tough. I would imagine that raccoons won’t even bother trying to tear up strips of this kind of sod, because it’s too much work. Those grass-roots are anchored too deep, too close together.

Okay. If my statements are factual at all, there must be a parable in there somewhere, right? How about this: A life which is kept spiritually healthy is less likely to fall victim to the Devil’s ravages.

And the Bible backs me up on this. Click the link below:

https://www.bibleinfo.com/en/topics/spiritual-growth

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Russell Jurgensen
Thursday, February 19, 2026

This outdoor temperature sensor happens to be right next to a Camellia bush. The bushes provide some protection against direct sunlight on the sensor. The louvered shape of the housing also protects the sensor from the elements.

It makes me think about protection in our spiritual lives. Having recently attended a memorial service for a friend, we might wonder what it means to receive God’s protection. We still have troubles in this world that result in sickness and death. I like the following verses.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:38-39

This seems to cover a lot when it says neither death nor life can separate us from the love of God. When we have that assurance that nothing can separate us, we can gather that true sense of protection that Jesus promises.

Certainly, we still want and pray for protection from evil while we live on this Earth. We still want the best for our family and neighbors. But having the knowledge of God’s eternal love gives us freedom to keep our temperature high in reflecting God’s love to others.

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Darren Milam
Wednesday, February 18, 2026

If you live in the Pacific Northwest, you’ve likely noticed how unusually warm the past few weeks have been. Even though winter officially began on December 21 and we are still very much in the heart of the cold season, the mild temperatures are already stirring signs of what’s to come. With this warmth, crocuses—like the one pictured—begin to emerge from their winter dormancy. Soon, their bright colors will start dotting open fields, parks, and flowerbeds.

For anyone familiar with gardening, or flowers in general, spring‑blooming crocuses (members of the iris family) are among the earliest bloomers of the year. They’re remarkably resilient, sometimes pushing up through snow if winter makes a brief return in late February or early March.

Of course, the timing of their arrival depends on location, climate, and the weather. Still, in general, you can count on these flowers to appear year after year. Their emergence is expected.

They remind me of something deeper—our faith, and the only expected arrival that truly matters: the return of Jesus. Do we know the exact day or hour He will return?

Matthew 24:42 answers that question for us, “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come”

We don’t know the when or the where, yet we still believe in the arrival. We live with expectation—and that is a good thing.

John records the very words when Jesus addresses the promise.

John 13:3, “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”

Now that is the true meaning of an “expected arrival.” Just as we can count on the spring‑blooming crocus to appear, we can also trust in the coming of our Heavenly Father. Amen!

Photo and Commentary ©2026 by Robert Howson
Monday, February 16, 2026

There are certain inherent dangers in using human behavioral terminology to describe the activities of non-human creatures.  This is especially true if the word is less than precisely defined in the first place.  A great example of this is the word “play”.  What’s the connection between requiring Johnny to practice the piano for half an hour so he can learn to play when he’d rather be outside playing baseball or in his room playing a video game instead?  Or what’s the connection between individuals sitting down to play a game of chess and the Seahawks and 49ers playing for a divisional title?

An example of this is where Crested Guan are described as playfully chasing each other around in circles for a good hour or so, periodically switching roles with the chaser becoming the chasee.  These large gamebirds are believed to be anciently related to the mound builders of Australasia.  An arboreal species, they range from Mexico to the southern parts of Venezuela.  They are social birds which can be quite loud with their high-pitched calls, although it’s not clear to me whether these vocalizations are given when feeling threatened or when playing.  I suppose it could be either.

I like the notion that play should contain a certain amount of randomness; something done simply for the enjoyment it brings.  That, of course, might eliminate piano practice and NFL games, but I still like the idea.  This means when I am asked if I think God ever plays, I can answer with confidence, “Yes.  We call it creation.”  Then again, it does appear like creation required more than a heaping cupful of precision.  Oh well, I guess I should go outside and _______, and leave the creation business to God.

Photo ©2010 and Commentary ©2026 by Chuck Davis
Monday, February 16, 2026

Today’s image was captured near Lincoln City on the Oregon coast. It was just one of a series sea gull images that I captured that day.

Earlier this evening as I contemplated the thought-lesson that I wanted to draw from this photo, I thought of one of my good friends, a former co-worker. Last week he underwent surgery to repair a disc in his back. His recovery has been slow and painful. He is sleeping in a recliner because it is less painful that being in his bed.

I suspect that some who are reading this may also be struggling with pain in their life. I want to share the sentiment that I shared with Jim a few minutes ago. Whatever your circumstance, God is aware, and He is the Master Healer.

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart” (Psalm 91:4 NIV). Be open to his presence.

I pray that you sense His healing arms hovering over you.