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During our recent correspondence, he said he was sorry for any impression he might have given me in college that he wasn't open to the candid discussions we have now. I corrected him: I owed the apology - for misjudging him.He grew up in the South, in a setting so homogenous and a family so untroubled that, he said, he had no cause to question his parents' religious convictions, which became his. He said that college gave him cause, starting with me. Sometime during freshman year, he figured out that I was gay, and yet I didn't conform to his prior belief that homosexuals were "deserving of pity for their mental illness." I seemed to him sane and sound.He said that we talked about this once - I only half recall it - and that the exchange was partly why he remembered me two decades later.Questioning his church's position on homosexuality made him question more. He read the Bible "front to back and took notes of everything I liked and didn't like," he said."There's a lot of wisdom there," he added, "but it's a real mistake not to think about it critically."
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