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.

The so-called ‘social contract’ just means ‘the rest of us own you’
When we’re scared of real love, we can panic if someone loves us
I don’t claim to know the solution, but the modern church has failed
Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
Life cycles sometimes bring us back to places where we’ve been
Once the dream of millions, is U.S. citizenship becoming a burden?
I don’t like to admit this, but recent changes leave me afraid
I felt shame for my lack of love, but God said, ‘You can do better’