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.

I’m not sure what’s left to say about politics, so here’s a picture of a cat
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles
You have to do your own thing, even when crowds don’t ‘get it’
Christmas tree ‘promotion fee’ is just another hidden tax on consumers
Taking a break from Facebook is a step to retake control over my life
My friends stepped up in a big way when I needed their help for Bessie
I’m losing need to explain myself to those who misunderstand me
Miss. church turns back clock by refusing to marry black couple
What kind of person are you if there’s not a word to define you?