Edie Schmidt - Production/Traffic Manager/Afternoon Host
I was blessed to grow up in southeastern Kentucky, in a little "holler" called Balkan. Technically, it was a small road surrounded by mountains that went winding alongside a river and ended appropriately at the foot of another mountain. Nestled securely, on a road where the trees sometimes grew to form a canopy, mother used to joke that the sunshine had to be piped in. My dad was a coal miner. He died when I was eight. My mom was a farmer, baker and any other role that needed to be filled. I grew up at Oakdale Missionary Baptist Church, so I had heard God’s plan of salvation over a thousand times but it somehow never applied to me until I was in fourth grade. Our church was having a revival and I had missed the first night to stay home with my brother, Larry who was visiting from Ohio. When my mom returned, she told me my best friend, Dana had "got saved". I didn’t know why, but I felt really irritated and quickly quipped my firm opinion that we were too young for that! The next day at school, Dana was eager to tell me about her new status as a Christian. I wanted no part of it and decided to avoid her. I think a couple more days may have passed before I realized the reason for my discomfort. Against all my logic and reasoning, God, the Creator of the universe was calling to me and I was scared to death.
Until this point, I knew Jesus loved the little children, but I thought He was the God for grownups. I sang about Him in Sunday School. I knew He came to this world to die on the cross and pay the penalty for our sins. I knew He rose again the third day and now He was alive in heaven, seated at the right hand of the Father. But this was different. This was personal. Could this almighty, powerful God who made the thunder and calmed the sea actually be calling to me. Surely I Couldn’t need a savior already? I was still a kid! A few more days passed and still I couldn’t rid myself of the constant awareness of this awesome God. I imagined myself walking down the aisle at church and I felt embarrassed and afraid. Couldn’t this just be a private thing between God and me?
The final night of the revival, the preacher read in Romans 10:9 - 11. "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. For the scripture saith, whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed". I understood. I knelt at the alter and tearfully asked Jesus to come into my heart. The next day I was baptized in the river behind the church.
I wish I could say I read my Bible daily, prayed and grew rapidly as a Christian. I’m sad and embarrassed to say I wasted many years and made a whole lot of mistakes before I purposed in my heart to follow Jesus and to try to live my life in a way that would honor him. If you are a Christian, my prayer for you is that you will hear the words of Jesus in Luke 9:23 as a personal message to you. "And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me."
My walk with the Lord has led me to the Cornerstone. I have been blessed to share in this ministry in a variety of ways. The less glamorous include billing, scheduling announcements, generating logs and a whole lot of proof reading. I am frequently privileged to write in the monthly newsletter and our magazine Cornerstone Connection. However, the part I enjoy most is talking with our listeners. Whether I am looking up the cd title for your favorite song or helping you find a phone number for a program, YOU are the best part of my workday!