I love sunflowers. When you’re driving across the Kansas countryside, you might look at what’s growing in a field and wonder what kind of crop it is, but when it’s sunflowers, you KNOW. Their round, yellow, happy faces announce themselves without saying a word. By the same token, when you look across a room full of people, you should be able to determine who are followers of Christ. You should see Him shining through in their countenance, in the way they speak, in the way they treat others. In these days of turmoil, people desperately need to see Christ reflected. We are His glory—shine, Christian, shine!