Life Is an Adventure
Daniel Schantz
Moberly, Missouri
The hardest thing about being a pastor’s kid was moving all the time—seven times in 10 years. I hated it. I even threatened to run away when I was 13. “Think of it as an adventure,” Dad said. “The Good Lord always provides.”
Those words grated on me. But I couldn’t help noticing how much Dad lived them out. He was a sanguine, upbeat person, always whistling favorite hymns and savoring the little things in life: enjoying a good breakfast, reading the morning paper, walking to the post office, tending his garden, helping Mom in the kitchen.
Life was an adventure because Dad trusted God, and God makes even little things extraordinary.
Dan (left) with his dad, Edward, in 1974
COURTESY DANIEL SCHANTZWhat Love Looks Like
Caroline Conklin
Seattle, Washington
My father collected Chinese vases. Once, I persuaded him to let me take two of the prettiest ones to school for show-and-tell. A classmate accidentally picked up the box and dropped it. The vases broke into pieces.
