Pennants of prayer, the flags prance in the background. Strings of colorful bits of fabric ascend diagonally from ground to temple pinnacle. The photos suggest their ceaseless flap in the wind, or their slight flutter in the breath of a breeze. They are pinned with the mistaken belief that each tremor sends a prayer aloft. Though the photos are mute, to the photographer the sharp snap or whispered rustled is clearly heard. The wind carries the sound across the sky. It descends to the human ear, and ascends to disperse among the clouds. Unacknowledged by the hopeful Hindus, they bear no pleas or praise to an unseen being. The being is non-existent. Their effort, their time, their money is wasted on a useless gesture. They are simply vibrant decorations in an Asian landscape.
Kaylee has prayer flags. In contrast to useless gaudy pennants, these unseen prayers snap with confidence to the almighty, everlasting, living and listening, God. They whisper with hope on His eternal promise. Their pleas and praises do not evaporate in the atmosphere. From hearts of faith, the fellowship of believers has sent a multitude of prayers aloft. Assured they will be heard, they have flown from all parts of the nations, they have reached across oceans. They have ascended, translated by the Spirit, through the blood of Christ to the throne of a merciful Father. With a substance beyond bits of fabric, they have supported Kaylee, her parents and grandparents. They have extended comfort to aunts, uncles and cousins.
“Be careful for nothing’ but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Phil 4: 6-7
Not a plethora of vainly dithering triangles, but a bold banner under which to confidently live. This is Kaylee’s and each Christian’s triumphant prayer flag.
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