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.

With changed priorities, it’s time to re-evaluate my long-term goal
The pounding rain from the storm brought me warmth, light and love
For power-hungry politicos, nothing is more important than winning
If you cherish the things you love, never take loved ones for granted
Jesus’ face on a Walmart receipt? People see what they want to see
New Year’s resolutions don’t change anything until we change ourselves
Now that his threat is truly gone, I realize my father hated himself
Why do we consider it shallow to crave beauty in romantic partner?