Somewhere out on the West Coast is a group of Navy chaplains who work daily to reach through the dirt and grime of boot camp and shine a light of hope, goodness, encouragement, and - well, CHRIST - into the hearts of hundreds of Marine recruits.
And one or more of those chaplains did just that with my son.
We received word yesterday that our son had been baptized during weekly worship services last Sunday.
We did not get to witness this milestone event; but that is what military life is like. We will never meet these particular men who have made it their life's work to lift up young men and women who are in the midst of a hugely difficult time in their own lives.
But that is OK.
Because my son is now my brother.
And the journey before him will be an amazing one - for so many reasons.
1 comment:
Oh--angels rejoicing--and if not beating their chests--at least there was lots of wing flappin' going on I bet. :)
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