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Yesterday afternoon, a former co-worker of mine, M, messaged me and asked if we could get dinner or something. He lives on the east side, so that's a long drive for him on short notice. I picked a place that's a) cheapish, b) has free street parking within a couple of blocks, and c) is very close to my place.

Here's the thing about M: he's a devout, Evangelical-with-a-capital-E Christian. But he's actually taken the part about loving your neighbor seriously. And he's never asked to go out to dinner with me before, so I think he was (justifiably) worried about me.

I've never talked about the Bible with someone who knows it backwards and forwards before. He's of the opinion that the second half of Romans ch. 1 isn't as queerphobic as everyone thinks because the very next chapter says, in essence, therefore don't judge or else you'll be judged. I went back and read the relevant passage and I'm not sure I agree with M, but good on him regardless.

In fact I asked him, "What do other Evangelicals say when you tell them I'm not the bogeyman? Because I know you do."
"That's why I left my church."
That must have been hard for him. I'll say it because M won't: fuck those people. M is a good guy. As I told him, if they won't listen to him, they won't listen to anyone.