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.

Blind faith in our ability to reason led to arrogance, false certainty
Why is real love so hard to find? Look into a mirror for the culprit
Sex abuse of powerless rampant; denying its serious harm obscene
Loss of everything you value can be a new beginning, not the end
What makes someone want you enough to make you a priority?
Is ‘majority rule’ moral even when the majority don’t want freedom?