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.

That huge fed debt increase? They’ve already used 60 percent of it
Nobody can ever be good enough when perfection is the standard
To fall in love is to play with fire, but our deep need justifies risks
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love
‘Run away with me?’ I couldn’t accept her offer, but I wanted to
Christmas stands for quiet truths: love, faith, community and family
Pearl Harbor: Simple sneak attack or culmination of FDR’s plan for war?
If you want a president to ‘run the country,’ you’re missing the point