A basket of bulbs is not pretty thing to look at. They look, to the non-gardener's eyes, as dead rubbish destined for the compost pile. But gardeners know more than the rest of us. I know. I'm married to one. They see bulbs for the flowers they will become. And the care for them delicately and plant them tenderly and wait in hope for the transformation God brings to bulbs.
Jesus alone saw hope in Lazarus, calling into his deadness with transforming power. May he call into me that same voice to "come out" and "be unwrapped."