By Nicolas Bocskai
The journey through treacherous waters placed
a little concern on the crew of the cargo ship, "Majestic
Enterprise," off the Atlantic coast of southeastern Virginia.
The storm was actually a hurricane that had cropped up from
the tropical waters in the Carribean Sea. This was the
hurricane season of the year and the alert had been placed all
along the mid-Atlantic shores and further south for the past
week. It was midnight at this hour and balmy weather had left
a low-pressure system in the regional area.
The Cape Henry lighthouse was shining forth
at this hour to offer safe haven, within sight, for the
shipping crews of the vessels off the coast in this violent
storm. The Coast Guard lighthouse station had a foghorn on its
government based property
from which sound traveled along the coastline and
further west into Norfolk's natural harbour.
Further out in the stormy sea the "Majestic
Enterprise" was experiencing rough sea conditions as she made way
for the port of safety. The sound of the foghorn and mixture of wind
and rain placed concern on the faces of the maritime sailors. The
more experienced sailors thought it a passing thing that should not
worry the crew, for they had braved worse storms in the North
Atlantic in time past. They would get through it though, so that by
daybreak the hurricane weather would be history. The haunting sound
of the foghorn was calling out to all vessels in the Atlantic storm.
"Enter the port of safety and calmer seas!" What a welcome sigh of
relief once the vessel passed from the Atlantic into the Thimble
Shoal Channel at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. The stormy sea
with hurricane strength wind was behind them now as they made
landfall in the region. In time past, and tonight also, the
lighthouse had proven again its importance for the navigation safety
of seafarers and anyone else who might be off the coast.
The season of autumn was upon the patrons of
Hampton Roads with the harvest time of the year at our front door.
In some gardens of the residents, pumpkins were plentiful for they
grew and multiplied in great abundance. In the neighborhoods,
backyard gardens were a common occurrence. It pleased the residents
to remember nostalgic feelings during this, the harvest time. Bails
of hay, Indian corn, resident black cats, and bright orange home
grown pumpkins would be used at Halloween to decorate for the Trick
or Treaters. Visiting each home in the neighborhood on Lynnhaven
Inlet was the desire of each witch, goblin, and ghost out tonight.
Oh yes, don't forget… pumpkins and black cats always set the scene
for the night. With darkness soon upon us, Halloween night had
At the primary school grounds of the children, a
harvest jubilee carnival had been setup with rides and entertainment
for them. This had been so for the last several years thru Indian
summer in November. It was an exciting time for the kids and they
were quite busy each afternoon after school. It might be said that
on Halloween night, the carnival would be a ghost town for the young
people. For other things such as free candy and Halloween church
parties would bring out the kids, even in the older generations.
Each guest would design and wear their own Halloween costume. What a
sight for sore eyes for some of the apparel created and worn on this
night of evil.
Tomorrow, November 1, All Saint's Day, would be the
day of reconciliation between creator and sinner for the dark
activities of the previous night. Repent and return to God, the
ministry would say, and most everyone would. But there are some who
would not, being overcome by the ways of the world and their
inability to continue to walk with Jesus.
The seasons of the year come and go with movement
of time… new life in the spring and the closing of the year in
autumn with ashes and decay. Each season, being unique, speaks for
itself with nostalgic holidays. How do you grasp the feeling of
seeing a red cardinal feeding in winter falling snow upon red-berry
branches during the Christmas Yule time? The winter winds blow with
a whistle sound through pathway corridors of neighborhood trees and
houses. Families cuddle together at such times around fireplaces and
wood stoves looking directly into the flame of burning crackling
Back at harbour lighthouse, the keepers awaited
daybreak to secure the light. The storm was a passing thing and many
thought well of it, the fact that the hurricane had only brushed the
coast. Many storms, in the past, of greater magnitude had caused
much damage to property. But now we had new protection directly from
God to pray that He would protect Hampton Roads from numerous
hurricane storms coming our way. It is a strange situation that most
people don't understand. That is, how prayer to God changes things.
In our area, many prayers have gone up before God's Throne. We know
as Christians, that He is concerned about every minute detail that
concerns us. We know that if we wholeheartedly submit to God and
seek His face, He will heal us of situations that trouble us.
Also, as a nation, if we repent as one, as a
nation, God will heal our land. The rest of the world may be living
in hell and darkness, but we, if we abide in the light and expose
all things of darkness and make corrections where needed, we shall
find the favor of the Lord and live abundantly. Repentance must
begin at home and spread throughout the world. First, a raindrop,
second, a stream, then a river, finally an ocean. The prosperity of
the Gospel will expand like this for all mankind. Let's all be a
part of the mission and get it done for Jesus. The Gospel shall
spread throughout the entire world, then the end will come. We will
be with God from everlasting to everlasting for eternity. Look for
the lighthouse in the midst of the storm, for Jesus is the light of
This is the end of my "Harbourwatch" short story collection. I hope
it has inspired you to find God's plan for your life. Kind regards-
Frederick Bacskay… (pen name: Nicolas Bocskai…)