I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Narcissists set themselves up for miserable lives and lonely deaths
This mortal life swings between lonely misery and loving paradise
Nobody can ever be good enough when perfection is the standard
False dichotomy: Your choice isn’t coercive state vs. lawlessness
With NASA getting out of the way, free market heads to outer space
Years later, Supreme Court justice apologizes to Susette Kelo … sorta
I haven’t learned to stop walking on eggshells around angry people
When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect