Tuesday, August 07, 2012
One of my favorite members of our church had a birthday today so I gave him a call to wish him well. I'm not sure even he knows how old he is. His wife told me earlier that the hospital forgot to write the day on his birth certificate but they think it's today or maybe yesterday. Not uncommon approximately 84 years ago. "Hello, Brother Davenport, it's Todd!!!" (You have to scream for him to hear you and he is the only one who I still call "Brother".) "Who is it?" "Todd. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Are you ok?" "Yes, thank you, just fine. Hold on." I hear him "whisper" to his wife that he doesn't know who it is and she should talk. "Hello. Who is this?" "Hi Mrs. Davenport. It's Todd. I just wanted to wish Brother Davenport a happy birthday." "Oh! Ok, hold on." She then "whispers" to him that it's the pastor, Scott. "Hello Scott!" "It's Todd, Brother Davenport. Happy Birthday!!!" "Well thank you. Now who is this?" "It's Todd!!! I just wanted to say happy birthday!!! Then I hear him tell his wife, "There's nobody there." and then *click*. Oh well.