The prison was dark and dismal. Paul glanced once at his chains, and then at his friend Silas, who was sitting next to him on the cold rock floor. Noticing the weary look in his companion’s eye, he offered him words of encouragement.
“Silas,” Paul whispered, “Let’s sing a hymn.”
“What shall we sing? They took our hymnals when they imprisoned us.”
“Ah, Silas, old friend, we’ve sung them so many times, we both know many of them by heart. Let’s sing “Hymn Number 54.”
“A Mighty Fortress Is Our God?”
“That’s the one.”
Silas smiled, and together with Paul he began to sing the grand and majestic hymn with all of his heart.
Moments later, the chains and walls came crashing down.
And of course they would, if such an anachronistic event ever actually occurred…