Glancing to the left, Jeff was surprised to see the small, white church sitting a hundred feet off Highway 85 in the middle of a field of bright, yellow daffodils. He had never seen so many daffodils in his life. There was nothing around except for the small church in the daffodil-laden field, a parking lot to the rear. He wasnt sure if he had ever seen a whiter church, it seemed almost to glow in a reflective yellow. The illuminated message sign by the highway is what really captured his attention.