When I was a boy, I remember our family going to the beach for vacation each year. I loved swimming in the ocean, and trying to ride a raft, and just trying to body surf on the waves. We always went in August when the water was the warmest. I would get in the ocean and would not get out …

I can remember my mother looking me squarely in the eyes (as I was leaving her to go to Sunday School class) and saying, “Be a good boy today.” Oh man! The pressure that placed on a small boy! I can remember praying, asking God to help me be a good boy. My mom was almost asking for the impossible. …