What a week! Traumatic and busy about sums it up.
While Tuesday’s Taste of Home Cooking Show, held at the Corsicana High School Auditorium, was truly a wonderful event and we had a wonderful time, earlier that day I had attended the memorial service for my pastor David Edwards. It, too, was a celebration. Why a celebration? Because those of us who are Christians believe that our life doesn’t end here on Earth, but that our spirits join those believers who have gone on before us. It’s almost like stepping from one room into another.
In times such as Tuesday’s service, I think of the man hanging on a cross near Jesus. The man said, “Remember me when you come into your kingdom,” and Jesus replied, “Today you will be with me in paradise.” If Jesus said that, then it’s good enough for me.
As many have said, including myself, it has been a very surreal experience the last few days. An unexpected vehicle accident while going to retrieve some furniture was not on the game plan for any of the Edwards family.
After the local football games on Friday, Oct. 9, many of us met at First Baptist for a prayer service. I realized later when I got home that I may have been one of the last church members, other than church staff, to see Pastor David on that day.
I had taken that Friday as a vacation day because I had agreed to help with the Rice High School junior class’ fund-raiser — a chicken fried steak dinner — and to help with the concession stand during the football game. Earlier that day, however, I had gone to First Baptist to take some children’s choir items from the second floor to the fourth floor. But before I moved all that stuff, I remembered there were some kids’ maracas in our adult choir room. So taking a shortcut through the fellowship hall about 1:30 p.m., I encountered Jeff Fitzhugh, our children’s minister, and David. Conversation that ensued was very interesting and a little funny — it was about missing meat! Unfortunately, there’s no way I can write about how comical it was.
Sometime between 9:30 p.m. Thursday and noon Friday, meat was taken from the fellowship hall refrigerator. Why do I know this? Because David said he had locked up the church at 9:30 p.m. Thursday after placing all the leftover meat from a “Letters from Dad” meeting, and then he had opened the refrigerator about noon Friday to find it empty of the meat. Jeff replied in his typical wit, “I really wanted a sandwich!”
After all three of us were trying to figure out the whys and wheres, etc., I had a sudden thought. I turned to David and said with the straightest expression on my face, “Is someone living in the church again?” With an almost puzzled look upon his face (which I found very humorous), David said, “I’ll ask Ken!” Ken and Larry are the men at our church that know where everything is! And if anyone’s living in the church, Ken and/or Larry are sure to find the evidence. When I last saw David, he was going to track down Ken.
So you can imagine the shock when I heard the news later and realized that I had seen David just a couple of hours before he died. David was a man on the go, always moving, always busy, but more importantly he was a man who truly loved his family — wife Lyndy, daughters Kate and Emily, and son Evan. And one thing he truly enjoyed talking about on occasion was this special pie that Lyndy has often made through the years. When daughter Emily made it several years ago for a high school fund-raiser, someone bought it for $300. Here’s the recipe, and I’m sure you can enjoy talking about it, too.
Emily’s $300 Peanut Butter Pie
1 8-ounce package cream cheese
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup powdered sugar
1 8-ounce whipped topping
1 chocolate pie crust
1 large Snickers bar, chopped or grated
fudge ice cream topping
Cream together cream cheese and peanut butter; add powdered sugar. Fold in whipped topping and pour into pie shell. Top with chopped Snickers and drizzle fudge topping. Refrigerate and serve with a smile!
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