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.

My friends stepped up in a big way when I needed their help for Bessie
Words I wrote as idealistic teen suggest I’m still the same inside
Time and attention are flawless guides to what a person values
Obama’s new ‘AttackWatch.com’ website smells like political fear
Party of ‘limited government’ fails when given chance to shrink state
‘Winner-take-all’ culture fuels hatred in debate about our future
Separating religion, spirituality makes it harder to find the Truth
It’s odd how ‘choice’ can mean ‘no choice’ with the state involved