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 reaction to man’s home taught me more about me than about him
No, Rodney King, people in this country can’t just ‘all get along’
I have a history of ignoring signs that warn me it’s time for change
‘Good enough’ isn’t enough if you want a relationship that will last
Tribal instincts cause us to see others as evil, when they’re just different
What is your measure of success? For me, meaning keeps changing
It’s OK to volunteer for tornado cleanup, but only if you’re not a pro
Loss of respect for truth leads to remorseless liar’s excuses