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.

Going through old relics tells me I’m still same person I used to be
Changes are destroying culture, but we can build beautiful dream
I’m waiting for life to begin, but I’m feeling lost and alone tonight
THE McELROY ZOO: Here’s why Merlin enjoys autumn and spring
Every addiction is heart’s effort to fill inner hole that requires love
Rights or choices? It might be time to re-frame the debate
Idiotic idea of the year: Turn email over to the U.S. Postal Service