BBBH and I boarded the Golden Elevator in the major urban hospital. We were headed out after a grueling four hours of consultations. A large African-American gentleman stepped in behind us. He was a tiny bit shorter than I, but of much more robust build. He was not fat.
BBBH greeted him (there are no strangers in her world) and he responded with a smile. I was immediately compelled to say, "What a pleasant voice you have; very much in the style of James Earl Jones."
He chuckled and said, "Thank you."
BBBH then asked, "Do you sing?"
"Yes, actually I do. I sing in a male chorus."
"Wow! Where do you perform?"
"Various venues around the city. Mostly in churches."
The door opened on our floor and we all got out of the car. Then standing in the middle of the hallway the conversation continued with BBBH asking, "Where do you attend church?"
"Calvary Tabernacle at [such and such locale]."
"Are you full-gospel?"
"Indeed I am."
"So am I. David is Wesleyan."
"Labels don't matter so long as you know Jesus and are serving Him," the Man remarked.
BBBH extended her hand and stated her name. They shook hands and I extended my hand and stated my name.
As he shook my hand he said, "I am Deacon Hoskins."
The "nice talking with you" and the formalities of departure, and we went our separate ways.