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.

What demons cause us to abandon one who offers what we need?
There are more of us than ever, so why do many of us feel so alone?
Conservatives betray their own values when they mimic enemies
Liberty-minded people need to distance ourselves from crazy folks
If the kids are confused in school, maybe it’s the system and teachers
I can change my appearance, but my inner self will stay the same
That huge fed debt increase? They’ve already used 60 percent of it
After 50 years of being alone and disappointed, boy finally gets girl
Idiots in Congress haven’t heard of ‘law of unintended consequences’