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<p>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 wasn’t 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.</p>