Some years ago I had an interesting visual experience. I was pondering prayer, and how Heavenly Father views those who diligently seek Him, when I saw the earth, dark and cold as if from the vastness of space. The image was sudden and real, but I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination, or a spiritual view of things. It seemed as if I was looking at the night side of the globe, with the sun hidden behind the earth. There were shafts of intense white light blazing into the dark skies like laser beams. Some of them were pinprick lights, others seemed larger. As my perspective grew closer I realized that each of these shafts of light originated with a single person in prayer. The light originated both at the person, and in the heavens, forming a two-way exchange of glory. The more perfect the prayer, the brighter and broader the pillar of light reaching into and from the heavens. I was also aware of millions of people praying who did not have a pillar of light above them.
What was interesting to me was how many of them there were – millions of prayers penetrating the heavens, reaching out to gather godly light back into the lives of the humble.
While I watched I saw several extraordinary pillars of light that seemed a million times brighter and stronger than all the others. Sometimes there were many of these glorious beams, and sometimes there were none. These greater lights began as a pencil-thin beam, then grew brighter until they lit up the entire hemisphere of the earth, and then they grew dim and winked out.
My viewpoint shifted quickly. I wanted to know who was making these bright pillars of light. I wanted to know whose mighty prayers were lighting up the skies. My eyes saw a young man kneeling by his bed, and on either side there were angels kneeling beside him. They were speaking, filling his heart with worship and praise, giving him words to send into the heavens. The angels clearly loved him. The light originated with the angels, entered the young man, and then was amplified into the skies of eternity. The effect of his prayer was the wide circle of light which surrounded him and many others, in the blessings of heaven.
The vision closed, and I was left to ponder what it meant. I was not the young man I had seen. The emotion that remained as the experience closed was one of love and deep affection, not for me, but for everyone whose little lights had lit up the sky. I think the message was how lovely it is to the eyes of God when we pray with enough faith to send even a flickering light upward, and how glorious and everlastingly significant it is when our prayers allow the heavens to reply in blessings which light up the world upon which we kneel.