What do God's principles of kindness and graciousness look like? Do we witness them in our home and workplace? How about on the playground or grocery store?  One of the last places we might expect to see them is on an athletic field where competition and rivarly reign but that's exactly where they popped up just recently. The following story shows how true character can shine in unlikely places:

Gary Frederick thought he had seen everything in 40 years at Central Washington University. He'd coached baseball and women's basketball for 11 years, been an assistant on the football team for 17 and athletic director for 18.Last weekend, he learned he was wrong.In the top of the second inning as his Wildcats played host to Western Oregon University in Ellensburg, Wash., something happened that spoke to the beauty of athletics. It came in the form of a home run that no one in attendance will forget."Never in my life had I seen anything like it," said Frederick, 70, in his 14th season as softball coach."It was just unbelievable." ...

About forty years ago I went on a long hike, through hills absolutely unknown to tourists, in that very old region where the Alps penetrate into Provence. This region is bounded to the south-east and south by the middle course of the Durance, between Sisteron and Mirabeau; to the north by the upper course of the Drôme, from its source down to Die; to the west by the plains of Comtat Venaissin and the outskirts of Mont Ventoux. It includes all the northern part of the Département of Basses-Alpes, the south of Drôme and a little enclave of Vaucluse...

For a few years, I was able to pray regularly with a group of nuns who lived in North Minneapolis, and who served the needs of this inner city neighborhood. One of their rituals was called "Windsock Time." When the nuns mounted a colorful windsock on their porch, it told the children in the neighborhood that it was Windsock Time. This time included games, arts and crafts, story reading and a snack. One time, while we were playing a game in the front yard of the monastery, six police cars, with sirens blasting, came speeding into the neighborhood. We all stopped our play briefly to observe, but went right back to playing – it was just another drug bust in the inner city...

Courtney was only four when a neighbor found her feeding her two year old sister from a bottle of sour milk. With dirty faces streaked from tears, in an apartment reeking from dirty diapers, Courtney and her sister had survived alone--for three whole days and nights! Courtney's mother had decided to slip out the door while her children were sleeping because taking care of them was just "too much work." Although she's grown up today, Courtney has never forgotten the horror of waking up alone. No matter how many loving people have come into her life, she is still afraid that they too, will abandon her. Each morning, millions of people wake up in pain, from secret bruises to world headline disasters. Whoever is in control of this planet is obviously not doing a very good job...