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.

Father who I saw as Mr. Morality turned out to be a liar and a thief
Those we love change who we are and reflect who we’re becoming
Don’t be shocked if insane system produces narcissistic leaders
Learning to love and accept yourself can be your first step toward healing
Few things satisfy like giving thoughtful gifts to those we love
After his death, I can finally see good in narcissistic father again
Political systems built on coercion will always produce cheats, liars
In ’98, Ron Paul warned U.S. policy was leading to terrorist attacks