It was just a fleeting moment when America held its breath.
A fear came upon us that we may be witnessing a death.
Those first nine minutes on the field altered the American way.
It seems we all came together again in unison and started to pray.
Demar Hamlin, for many, was no one that they knew.
Not a brother, cousin, mom, or, dad, just a jersey of white and blue.
One minute he was crashing into another on the turf.
Just a second later he laid flat upon the earth.
But that was just a framework for how this story started.
What happened after began, before the ambulance departed.
The players gathered round their friend and kneeled to the Lord in prayer.
The opposing team did just the same, there was no competitor there.
Didn’t matter the color of uniform, nor the color of his skin.
An entire stadium began to pray to God to rescue him.
It didn’t stop at the stadium’s gate, there were millions watching the game.
Seems America took the time to kneel and call on the Lords Holy name.
Not so many years ago a young man was mocked for praying.
He gave his thanks to the mighty God for the Game that he was playing.
A coach would go to the fifty yard line and pray to his mighty God.
Suddenly, he found himself without a coaching job.
So what happened that woke us up on this typical Monday night.
Did we just decide in unison that praying was something right?
I believe that God reached out at the moment the man stopped breathing.
A gentle nudge to America that we are worth redeeming.
He said to us be still and know that I am God.
And pray for this young man who lay still upon the sod.
And yes in case you’re wondering, God answered our prayers.
The young man should fully recover under a team of doctors care.
It was just a fleeting moment in time but we should never forget.
That God is in control, and he’s not done with us yet.