Nothing Too Hard

Aloha! Every now and again, as I do battle with blizzards and other sorts of nasty weather, thoughts cross my mind of lying in the warm sun on one of those tropical beaches somewhere, and eating a roast beef sandwich. Just picture yourself, giving the old Carhartts and overshoes a good downwind fling and just seriously scrunching your toes deep into the hot sand.
The moist and gentle breezes caress and soothe your dry, frostbitten face as you gaze dreamily, beneath squinty eyelids, at an endless blue expanse of totally, completely unfrozen water, making sleepy, hush, hush, hush sounds as it daintily rolls in and leaves little windrows of puffy white foam,that soon dissipate in the warm and fishy air. Ahh! It sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?
This all came to mind because of an amazing bird called the Pacific Golden Plover, who, while we fight the frigids, is enjoying himself with his whole family on a beach, right now, in Hawaii. I read about this happy fellow, today, in a book written by a dentist.
Actually, the Plovers spend their summers in western Alaska where they go to work and raise a family. Mr. Plover builds a nice lichen-lined nest for his wife, who gets herself settled in and usually lays four eggs. The chicks hatch in 26 days, and then about a month later, when they are weaned good and getting along pretty well, the parents take off for Hawaii by themselves. The little ones are left to rustle around, growing and getting fat for their 3000 mile trip to join their parents before winter sets in. How’s that for a plan?
The book says these birds are about the size of a pigeon and do not swim. They weigh about 200 grams before leaving for Hawaii, 70 grams of which is burnable energy. When flying, they burn about one gram of fuel per hour, giving them 70 hours of flight time to make an 88 hour trip. That problem is solved, however, by flying in formation, which breaks the wind and saves energy. New leaders are constantly rotated in and out along the way, so that our weary travelers finally hit the sunny beaches with about six grams of fuel left. Hooray.
One wonders why the Lord would create a bird that, year after year, would go through all this. Well, I know that our basic human flaw is our pride. We like to think we can make our own rules and take care of ourselves with nobody bossing us, especially now with computers that hold all knowledge in the palm of our hand and the touch of a finger.
Have you ever tried to get a bunch of chickens to go in their coop before the sun goes down? It’s a crazy mess. But the Lord has his hundreds of thousands of birds that He, Himself, causes to fly in beautiful and efficient formation, on a 3000 mile trip across open water, to a place they’ve never been, and without adult birds to guide them. What can we say?
“Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for me?”(Jeremiah 32:27)
This winter, as you go slogging through the blizzards, think of the Plover family, basking on the beaches of Hawaii, and of the loving Hand that put them there.
Jonathan Wiechmann
President BWCAA