She paces back and forth, again and again, her one-year-old daughter on her hip. With each prayer that goes forth from the microphone, she whispers in her baby’s ear simplified versions of those amplified prayers. “Shine Your light, Jesus.” She grabs a tissue. Wipes her daughter’s runny nose. Whispers again. “Break in.” She wonders what in the world she’s even doing. Her baby is one. She can’t possibly understand, can she? She knows there has