Sunday School Fundamentals And Pride Month.🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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Alrighty then… Happy June. 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍⚧️

You know, I’ve always thought of June as being half way through the year, but I guess it all depends on when you feel the year actually starts.

For me, as you may or may not know, I like to consider September is A Time of Change the start of a new year. It’s less chaotic than January and has always been a month where new things—like school, routines, and things like new tv series all begin.

But alas, here we are in June which is, of course, also Pride Month.

Some may embrace this and others may not.

I definitely include many members of the LGBTQ+ community as part of my family, friends, and colleagues.

For me, all I care about is the character of the individual.

Even as an author and writer, I’m seeking the inner turmoils and journeys of individuals and what constantly arises is the fact that until you’ve walked in that person’s skin, you don’t know anything about their reality.

For me, I could care less who you love, or how you love, and have zero desire to try and convince you to be anything but yourself.

If that simple statement above, incites rage or hatred in your heart you’ll want to unfollow me… please do that now. Please.

When I thought about doing this post, I thought about the foundational lessons that we learn as children. You know the ones… don’t hit your brother… be nice… share you cookie…

I am not a fan of religion or it’s off-shoots. Actions always speak louder than words. Always.

I came from a large family with many influencers in my life, but also attended Sunday school and church for many years.

With it being Pride Month, I started thinking about how so many fundamental truths are learned in Sunday School along with the teachings of our parents/caregivers, but sometimes I think we need to remind ourselves of fundamental facts. Like the adage of:

judge lest ye be judged...

Another person’s journey may not align with yours, and why should it?

Who died and made you the boss of what is right and/or wrong.

I’ll argue that God loves all the little children… all the children of the world…regardless of their colour, their religion, where they live … They’re all precious in His sight…Each and every one of them. And I would add that God wouldn’t judge for things like being gay, trans, or nonbinary.

Every individual is precious. Period.

Author note: This comes from the song by Songwriters: Georg Frick Root / Woolston “Jesus Loves the Little Children”. As a child I sang this in Sunday School and loved the feeling that it didn’t matter if you were different, because Jesus had your back. That song and the lessons taught were always of love and inclusion, not hatred, dominance, or piety.

No person is better than another… just different.

You are not all knowing? Simple as that. You may have strong beliefs and convictions, but you don’t know everything. Sorry to be so blunt.

Are you so perfect that someone who doesn’t believe, or do, what you preach, is immediately damned to Hell? We’ll have to agree to disagree.

You, your religion, your fundamental believes, and your fears are yours alone. I’m gonna tell you a little secret… shhhh…. everyone has them… the beliefs, the fears, and the judgement it’s in everyone, but being aware of it is the first step in acceptance.

So my message today, is just a simple one…Heed the messages you or I may have heard or learned in Sunday School as young children…

Be kind.

You don’t have to approve of someone’s lifestyle… again, not your business. They may not approve of yours either.

Be inclusive where you can… don’t judge—it’s not your business.

Be willing to listen, learn, and maybe even grow a little bit in your knowledge of empathy and understanding.

You have *no* idea what someone is going through, what path they’ve walked, or the difficult decisions they’ve faced…

Be accepting and just be proud that we have the freedom to celebrate the differences that make each and every one of us special in our own right.

And, of course, judge, lest ye be judged…

If you can’t say something nice… even when you dig really, really hard for it… you may need to go back to the fundamentals. Just saying…

Happy Pride Month. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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