October 25, 2009
Sixteen Minutes on Sunday
 by Daniel Schantz Childbirth can”t be harder than getting a boy out of bed in time for church on Sunday morning. Talking doesn”t work. I still marvel how a mother”s voice can be as soothing as chicken soup one moment, then suddenly turn into a weapon of mass motivation, able to penetrate thick walls, doors, and several layers of blankets. “Danny! If you don”t get out of bed this minute and get ready for church, I will send your father in there!” By 11 years of age, I had already learned to tune her out. Soon my father would
