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My spiritual awakening at Navy boot camp | Worship


August 9, 2017

Major bummer: I am 19 and enduring a rite of passage called Navy boot camp.

An occasional blink would interrupt my vacant stare, my catatonic trance broken only by the 5:15 a.m. wake-up ritual, which was, first, klieg lights in the face, accompanied by the ultimate jarring racket: a large billy club, repeatedly and robustly applied to the inside surfaces of a particularly resonant steel garbage can.

A few eternal days later I realized that being in the Navy was a lot like being in prison, except you have a much better chance of drowning.

I went to the chapel services on the first Sunday...

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