They were neck and neck, blading down the ice. There was a chilling verbal exchange between these opponents. As a mother on the proverbial sidelines, I prayed that it wouldn't erupt into a full-blown battle. Someone once defined heaven as a hockey game without a fight. That sounded about right to me at the time.
Our love needs to rest on the supremacy of good.
Later I learned from my son, Luke, that the player on the opposing hockey team had been harassing and taunting him. To defuse the explosive situation, my son had chosen a unique response. He laughed. And he kept laughing until his opponent started laughing, too. End of conflict.