I watch with my own eyes how two rival teams come together midfield, kneel, and pray for several minutes while fans watch on in tears.
“Is this normal?” I ask my husband since I don’t know everything about football.
“No, this isn’t normal,” he says, as we watch grown, powerful men bow before God in prayer.
For once, the media silences themselves before a holy moment.
If critics have said Penn State is a microcosm for everything that’s wrong with the world today, I suggest that Penn State moving forward is a microcosm for what hope and healing look like: You come together; you get on your knees in humility, and you pray.
Something beautiful just happened in this little town.
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