I grew up singing hymns from wooden pews. Boys sporting light blue, polo shirts in one row and girls in plaid skirts and knee socks in the row behind them. Music played, we whispered and passed notes, and despite endless teenage distractions, something happened; the words of the hymns sank deep within. See, underneath the words of hymns are stories of people being trapped in extraordinary circumstances (on boats, in storms, or through life-altering situations), and they are a