This week I’m thinking about afghans…

I wonder how many of you remember the afghans of the late 70s? Not the people from Afghanistan, but the blankets that your grandmother used to crochet. 

I remember my grandmother crocheting these. She would start with what seemed like a million 6-by-6 inch squares, all in those colors unique to the 70s. And then she would crochet them all together. The end product was this amazing quilt — and it was HEAVY! It was, quite frankly, the original weighted blanket.

For a long time my daughter had one that I am fairly certain my grandmother crocheted. She kept it in her trunk just in case — something that we do here in cold northeastern Ohio.

Yes, they were a little itchy; the yarn of the 70s didn’t have the hand of the yarns of today. But it was put together with all this love and weighted with all this care. You just knew that this was going to protect you from all sorts of drafts!

Are any among you suffering? They should pray. Are any cheerful? They should sing songs of praise. Are any among you sick? They should call for the elders of the church and have them pray over them, anointing them with oil in the name of the Lord.

James 5:13-14

I have come to think of prayer like these afghans. You know when someone says to you, “I’ll keep you in my prayers”? They just crocheted a little granny square. And someone else says it to you, and there is another square. And soon there is a whole blanket of prayer covering you.

It is warm. It is so weighted with care that you can feel it in your bones. It is stitched with so much love that you just know it has to be a great blanket, that it will do something. You aren’t quite sure how it is going to help, but the sheer weight of all that love and care is so very comforting.

Of course, it is a little itchy, a little uncomfortable. Because when we are honest with ourselves, to be the object of prayer is a little uncomfortable. So, we have to get past that and settle into the blanket. Allow ourselves to feel all those prayers covering us, surrounding us, lifting us.

So yes, prayer is like an afghan. And, BTW: the Afghan people pray as well! They might even be praying for you.

BTW: I would love to hear your THoughts on prayer. Just put them in the comments, below.

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