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.

Why let your enemy control you by choosing to listen to his hate?
It’s hard to ‘get over it’ if pain of abuse turns to rage against self
Can’t we all get along? Why is the liberty movement so fragmented?
When you compromise principles, you soon won’t recognize yourself
Do tales of ‘Black Friday violence’ reflect reality or just our bias?
Certainty leaves us unwilling to change beliefs when we’re wrong
Question the ‘experts’: They don’t know as much as they think
Love & Hope — Episode 5:
Giving up politics left me flat broke; it’s time to earn some money again