Years ago, the Davises lived in the city, and were somewhat impoverished. One year when they had practically nothing to eat, someone dropped by with a truckload of corn, and just gave it to them (the corn, not the truck). They celebrated by inviting over a couple of friends and eating an entire meal of sweet corn that night. Thus, the birth of Sweet Sunday.
The next year, they celebrated Sweet Corn season again, by inviting a couple of friends over and having a meal of sweet corn. And a tradition was born.
Sometime along the way, Sweet Rolls were added to the mix. And now, there's usually a rebel or two who feel they need protein in a meal, and bring sliced meat or something.
But each fall, we gather as a family, to remember and celebrate God's provision in the harvest of Sweet Corn.
This man is a mainstay at Sweet Sunday.
He was the best man in our wedding,
and is Tommy's namesake.
The meeting of the two was Sweet indeed.
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