It’s sea turtle season on the island, a time when sea turtles come ashore at night, dig holes, deposit their eggs, cover the nest and return to the sea.  The eggs and the hatchlings are on their own from this point.  Now abandoned, the nests can be identified by the giant flipper trails of the mother and by the hurriedly covered nest, sand disturbed.  Various creatures hunt avidly for the ping-pong ball-like eggs, sometimes waiting for them to mature a bit and then gorging on an entire nest’s contents.  Raccoons particularly love to feast on the eggs, filling themselves to satiety.  A ‘turtle patrol’ group drives over the beach early each morning, hunting for nests and then protecting them with heavy mesh or wire.  Those who live on the beach are asked to extinguish all lights that shine on the water.  Hatching turtles break from their eggs on a night when moon light on the water reveals path to ocean access.  If there are conflicting lights, the tiny turtles may move in the wrong direction, deeper ashore, right into the jaws of waiting predators.  I think of ‘good light’ and ‘bad light’.  St. John speaks so often of Christ who is ‘the light of the world’.  But there are other lights—lights that lead us in the wrong direction, lights that are artificial and dangerous.  I pray, Heavenly Father, that you will help each of us recognize your light of truth and salvation; don’t let us be fooled by the false lights that lead us to peril.


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