Ken Brumley's father was in the first graduating class of LeTourneau.
Oh... so it's that one. Ok.
There was once a terrible dragon. A prince met the dragon in private and went flying with him. After a while he became evil and started growing scales or wings or some such. Ashamed, he confessed to his father, the king. Then, in an extremely emotional moment, the whole city revealed their own dragonish marks. Everybody had been tempted by the dragon.
All right, now that I've shown that once you've been at LeTourneau for a few years, there is really nothing new under the sun, can I go? Can someone just say "screw the chapel credit; it's silly and pointless anyway"? It is amazing.
Fine. Instead, I will talk semi-randomly about something else. There is certainly no need to listen to this man any more. I actually remember, now, talking with a fellow student about this chapel. He confirmed that it was the same message Mr. Brumley told last time he used this story.
My, but I'm old and cynical. I wasn't like this before I came to LeTourneau, you know. In a way, I blame the university. But that isn't really fair; I suppose LeTourneau is about as good as the rest of the world. I don't have much [firsthand] to compare it to (and yes I am perfectly comfortable using prepositions to end clauses with), and so I'd like to assume that other universities, institutions, etc. are better, but I sort of doubt it.
Humans suck.
And they're easily tempted, too, for what it's worth to add a tie-in to the actual chapel.