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.

Pinning big hopes on Mitt Romney? He’s a hypocrite on ObamaCare
We hate ourselves for needing other people’s approval so much
Egypt trying to prove democracy means tyranny of the majority
500 years after Luther’s 95 theses, there’s still not much to celebrate
Can I reconnect with inner child who saw the world differently?
I never wanted to be ‘cool,’ but I wanted people to understand me
The shocking results are in: Here are the most popular posts from Year 1
Ethnic Indian wins Miss America? Who cares? Bigots seem upset
Despite intentions, ‘net neutrality’ gives online control to politicians