My brothers and I have made a practice of being mischievous whenever we get the opportunity. It started the way things always do for teenage boys – toilet-papering a classmate’s house, pranking friends from our youth group, sneaking onto our neighbor’s garage roof to dive into our little, backyard pool. My mom always said that she was waiting for my dad to grow up. As long as we weren’t committing a felony or putting someone in grave danger, Dad never did much to stop us. In fact, he often joined us in diving off that garage roof. Mom couldn’t have... Continue Reading