It happened the other night after one of my son’s soccer matches. The game was over. Fans, including myself, were filing toward the exits, when I felt this nudge to turn around. I did. And I was met with the above sight. My son’s team had won, but nevertheless, the opposing coach had gathered the boys (all who wanted to, of course) from both teams for a brief prayer time. I found out afterward that the coach had thanked God for the match, prayed for my son’s team going forward, and prayed that all the boys could remain healthy in the midst of the pandemic, and so on. Yeah, in the midst of this world wide pandemic, extreme social unrest, increasing natural disasters… there was this moment of spiritual sanity in the Midwest. Quite refreshing, actually. Note: I talked to the coach afterward, and he said he tries to do this after every match.