[I don't have a photo for this one since by the time I'd had the idea, I'd left the library at Biola University, where the real prayer wall is]
There were hundreds of notes in hundreds of colors in hundreds of different hands.
Pray for Andrew. Written in blue crayon, loopy cursive.
Pray for Africa. Written in teal marker, chicken-scratch.
Pray for my best friend, that she’d come to know God. Written in blue nail polish, bubbly print.
Pray for Claire, whose father left her. Written in black colored pencil, the obvious handwriting of a boy.
Dear God, please help me stop hurting myself.
Dear God, please help me turn away.
Dozens of people visited the wall everyday to write down their prayers on the large sheet of grey canvas that stretched across the wall at the University. The wall provided a place of undivided and anonymous union for all the students at the University. Once a week, a group of students gathered in the morning and spend the day praying by the wall. They prayed for the notes written there. All of them.
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