I've just got to tell you a story that happened Friday night at the local football game and was later announced on the radio as a story session that a local preacher does each day.
Our county was playing their lifelong rivals, third quarter and our team was getting their patooties kicked all over the field....we were losing, in other words. We had the ball on the 5 yard line and during the play one of their team got hurt.
Our bleachers were silent, no one spoke as everyone waited. Then the trainers signaled the ambulance to come on the field as this young boy writhed in pain and both sets of fans were still silent and waiting. No cheers or announcements, no signs of disrespect from our team as one of the rival's best players was driven off the field.
Then, both teams moved towards the Wildcat emblem at the middle of the field for a giant huddle....and prayed together for the fallen team member.
These are not Christian/private schools but public, small town high schools that apparently still remember what prayer is for and doesn't mind showing this to the world. The boy was released from the hospital later on that evening and is doing fine, by all reports.
Ah, the power of prayer and the power of an astounding God working in a small town. Gotta love it!
