<p>Gabe was twenty years old and somehow responsible for directing the music for a college retreat.</p><p>It was already more than he felt ready for: new songs, last-minute rehearsals, and a team trusting him to lead the most important moment of the weekend.</p><p>Then one of the singers walked up to him at dinner.</p><p>She could barely speak. There was blood on the napkins in her hand.</p><p>The night’s music depended on her voice.</p><p>With the biggest moment of the retreat only minutes away, three students slipped into a back room and did the only thing they knew to do.</p><p>They started to pray.</p>