I've heard other gay people say when they were growing up they felt 'foreign. ' Growing up, I was able to label these feelings as: 'I'm a Protestant. ' It wasn't until I left, I thought: 'Oh, those weren't Protestant feelings. '
Reviewing the day's lessons. Isn't it joyful? Friends come from far. Isn't it delightful? One has never been angry at other's misunderstanding. Isn't he a respectable man?