My preschool teacher, Jossette Maddison, taught us to sing “Jesus loves me” in French, Spanish, and American Sign Language. We spent hours on the playground singing at the top of our lungs, sometimes merging three languages at once, but never doubting the meaning of the words. I remember the first night at church camp, gathered around a fire singing, “Be Thou My Vision” as the words took on new meaning when it was accompanied only by the sound of a river and the wind winding through aspens. Despite a language barrier, I knew it was “Christ the Lord is Risen Today!” being sung in a packed Catholic church at 6:30 am in Chengdu, China, and I even knew when to sing the “Alleluias!”