I remember being very young and being given my first prayer wheel. I wasn't given any explanation or instruction aside from that it "had blessings in it" and that I was supposed to spin it clockwise. I don't recall ever spinning the wheel for anything in particular, but I do remember spinning it like crazy, over and over, for years, "just because."
Then, in about first grade, as I had been learning more and more from my classmates about this magical all-powerful fellow in the sky named God, who frankly, sounded a bit far-fetched to me, I was inevitably asked if I prayed. My mind flashed to my countless hours with my prayer wheel, and for a second it seemed as if I had stumbled on to some common ground with my young Christian friends. I blurted out "Yes! I pray all the time!" Then, however, I was asked,
"Who do you pray to?"