My 1980s father on a stage with a mic: “Let’s stand and sing all eight verses of Abide With Me on page 783.” Me, his teenage daughter, in a pew with a whisper: “Let’s not and say we did.” I’m not proud of my attitude 35 years ago, but that was my reality at the time. My parents’ world revolved around hymns; I preferred modern worship music and a much faster metronome.  Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith scratched that itch for a while, until DC Talk came along in 1987, and I knew my Walkman would never be the same.  My parents probably wondered how long this hip-hop and…