My six week old son, Ashwin, spent this entire week in the hospital due to RSV, Respiratory Stress Virus. While this virus is relatively harmless in older children and adults it is particularly threatening to infants because it affects their ability to breath. During the ordeal, my wife and I were very worried, fatigued and emotionally exhausted. But during this week I grasped a greater and more personal appreciation for God and the function of prayer.
So many of our friends and familiy, spread out across the country came together to offer prayers on Ashwin’s behalf. Each time someone told me they were praying for him and us, I broke down emotionally and felt an overwhelming gratitude. Never before had I experienced prayer at this level.
Late one night in the middle of the week, my wife went down the hall to stretch her legs and I was alone in the room with Ashwin. I walked up to him, looked down on his hurt body with countless tubes and wires running out of it and I placed one hand on his head and the other on his chest. I prayed. During my prayer, I felt like I was a conduit for all the prayers that we being offered from afar. It was like all the prayers from the countless believers were streaming laterally into me as tiny threads. And as I prayed, with tears in my eyes, those threads combined to form a bright and thick cord of vertical energy that launched its way up to the throne of God. It was a powerful image.
I know that to God, there is neither time nor space. Therefore, there is no contradiction to say that a prayer offered two days ago could also be streamed through me to God during my present moment of prayer. All of the prayers coalesced into a combined unity thread that pierced into heaven shining the spotless glory of the Redeemed. These things are real, but one must have the eyes of the Redeemed to view them.