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.

Let’s reconnect with each other, not fall into dystopian Metaverse
Quit using the word ‘masculinity’
I’m writing a book — and I’ll be talking about it as it progresses
Who’s afraid of a federal shutdown? Many of us hope for the real thing
Dark times on Earth trigger my emotions about Artemis launch
Why waste time on Ukraine war? Focus on your own future instead
Fear of intimacy causes confused people to run from love they need
Don’t ever make politicians angry or they might assassinate you, too
We can’t defeat existing system; we must build better one instead