I didn't go to the train station, but a social worker brought a badly abused boy that age to my partner and me after we volunteered to shelter him.

That temporary arrangement turned into a permanent situation before very long.

My partner and I were both shocked that as an openly gay couple, we would even be considered as foster parents. Fortunately, we were living in Montreal, one of the most non-religious cities on earth. Churches in Montreal have mostly all shut down, and you have to search high and low to find somebody who worships God in a formal setting.

Yet in my experience, Montreal is one of the kindest, most accepting, most nurturing cities on the planet.

Last night just before I fell asleep, I got a bunch of notifications from Facebook. Somebody was commenting identically on multiple promotion posts I had made for Prism & Pen stories.

The man quoted a Bible verse calling for the death penalty for men who have sex with men, not providing his personal thoughts — probably understanding that by calling for death for gays merely by quoting the Bible, he would likely face no sanctions from Facebook.

It took me a while to get to sleep after reading that hatred, especially after examining his Facebook profile, which is the real deal, not the work of a bot or troll. The guy's profile is filled with nice posts, some of them praising charities like the Red Cross and others urging people to support child-aid charities.

Otherwise, he mostly posts very nice family photos.

Seems like a nice guy when he's not urging the death penalty (on Christian principle) for gay people like me.

Unfair or not, this is what I think about when I think about Christianity. I think about how my family and church ostracized me after I came out, and I think about people like this man who seem so anxious to condemn queer people (even to death!) for their "sins."

Who wants that?

Apparently, far fewer people than in the past.