Spring has come suddenly to central Indiana. No better proof than what the daffodils did this week.

Last Saturday, I complained that we were long overdue to see some green grass and sprouting flower bulbs. Spring officially began on Sunday, but we seemed trapped in a bleak purgatory of wintry browns and grays.

Then daffodils poked through the chilly sod. On the same day, I saw a cluster of green shoots beside our parking lot at the office and another on the traffic island outside our apartment complex. They stretched their green fingers toward the overcast sky. Then we had a couple of sunny days and the daffodils burst into pale yellow bloom. I felt I was watching a time-lapse film by some National Geographic nature photographer, unfolding right beside me.

This came as I was studying Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, where he assures us that we don’t need to worry about material provisions — food, drink, clothing — because “your heavenly Father knows you need all these things.” He counsels us to “consider the lilies of the field. They neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these.”

From death to glorious life, from cold brown dirt to cheery daffodil blossoms in a single week. Christ seems to say, “So you think your situation is hopeless? Watch this…”