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.

What would your obit say about you — if you could write it yourself?
New segregation: Why do some people cling to racial politics?
Trusting Obama to create jobs is like trusting an arsonist to put out fires
Only through death of empires can something new take their places
Here’s the jobs growth Obama promised—in federal workers
With bumbling federal response, terrorist attack achieved objectives
In a cold and disconnected world, it’s very simple to fake happiness