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.

Love & Hope — Episode 1:
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
Best time to raise dragon-slayers is when dragons are everywhere
We can’t trade away gun rights and believe it’ll give kids perfect safety
‘Tolerant’ left seethes with hate if you don’t accept ‘gender theory’
Leopards might not change spots, but cowardly lions can gain courage
A warm and loving heart can finally turn to cold indifference