I have often joked about how sad it would be for an identity thief to steal my identity. It would be sad not because I would lose so much, but because, after all their effort, there wouldn’t be a whole lot to show for it. Stealing the identity of a husband/pastor/student with four small, ever-hungry, ever-growing children might actually evoke sympathy from a thief. But joking aside, I have come to realize that my identity is often targeted as a…