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One God, Many Questions

June often brings conversations about identity, belonging, faith, and love. For me, it has become a month of reflection—not to argue, but to understand, and to keep learning how to love people well.

I believe in one God. I believe in Scripture. And I believe faith is meant to draw us closer to God and closer to one another, not further apart.

Yet I’ve also noticed something that stays with me: sincere Christians, reading the same Bible, praying to the same God, and still arriving at different understandings about LGBTQ+ people, identity, and belonging.

Some churches fully affirm LGBTQ+ people—welcoming them, celebrating them, and recognizing their relationships as part of God’s creation and goodness.

Other churches hold different convictions, also believing they are being faithful to Scripture.

Same Bible. Same faith. Different understandings.

That reality has led me to a place of reflection rather than judgment.

Because underneath all of it are not arguments—but people.

Real human lives.

I have lived with chronic illness and invisible struggles that taught me how important it is to be believed before being explained. I know what it feels like to be misunderstood, or to have your experience questioned before it is even seen.

I’ve also worked with children and families long enough to know this: people thrive where they are safe, accepted, and loved—not where they are constantly defended or debated.

That has shaped how I see everyone.

My neighbor being gay does not change who I am.

The transgender person down the road does not take anything away from my faith, my values, or my relationship with God.

What does stay with me is how people are treated.

Because at the end of the day, LGBTQ+ people are not ideas or debates.

They are people.

They are sons and daughters, friends, parents, neighbors, coworkers, and loved ones.

People who laugh, grieve, build families, dream, struggle, and try to live honestly in a world that often feels loud and divided about them.

And when I really sit with that, I can’t help but feel this deeply:

No one chooses a path hoping for more shame, more rejection, or less love.

Every person longs to be seen, known, and accepted.

So when LGBTQ+ people are met with judgment instead of kindness, or exclusion instead of care, it doesn’t sit right in my spirit.

Not because we all have to agree on everything—but because love should never depend on agreement.

I find myself asking softer questions now.

Why do we place conditions on people in the name of the same God who created them?

Why does belonging sometimes feel earned instead of given?

Why do some people feel they have to prepare themselves just to be treated gently?

I don’t believe faith was ever meant to make people feel less human.

I don’t believe God is distant from the people He created.

And I don’t believe love was meant to be selective.

The longer I live, the more I realize how easy it is to reduce people into labels instead of seeing them as whole, deeply loved human beings made in the image of God.

Behind every identity is a life.
Behind every person is a story.
Behind every story is a heart God already knows fully.

And I also know this about myself:

I am still learning.

I have judged too quickly at times.
I have misunderstood people.
I have not always gotten it right.

So I hold grace for others the same way I’ve needed it for myself.

Because if grace is real for me, then it must also be real for others.

So as June unfolds, this is what I carry with me:

One God.
Many questions.
And a deep, steady belief that love is always the right starting place.

People deserve to be seen.
People deserve to be safe.
People deserve to be loved without conditions.