With that thought in mind, I contemplated one daffodil growing among hundreds in the flower bed on the northeast side of the church lawn.
The genesis of the glorious flower begins buried in the ground.
When the timing is right, the seasons change and the message encoded in the bulb responds, the bulb sprouts and the stem emerges from the darkness of the earth, straining toward the light. This is God's timing.
Look! Rising from the perianth — the six flowering leaves — is the cup, which recalls the way in which we remember the life of our Lord each Sunday. The cup, also called the trumpet, proclaims God's glory, albeit silently.
The bed of daffodils begs us to look and see what a wonderful and mysterious work is done that we might see glory, worship the mystery, serve the mind and heart of the Creator who provides such remarkable beauty and puts in place a code for the radiance to explode about the time we are considering the resurrected Jesus, rising and confirming his presence among those who love him.
I am talking about one bed of daffodils.
What are the signs you see of resurrection hope in Jesus Christ this Easter?
Moving to the deeper places,