Random Acts of Worship, Pt. 2

I was waiting for an outbound green line train on Thursday when I heard a solo Amen chorus from somewhere in the station. The concrete walls muddied the sound so that I had no clue where to find its source. People around me leaned forward and back to peer around columns, but no one knew where to find the singer. When my train pulled up, I crossed the platform and lined up to get on. It seemed that a train had just dropped off another load of red line passengers, because a crowd of people swarmed up from the lower level. I glanced over to where they came from and noticed a tall black man lowering his straight arms from overhead just as the singing stopped.