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.

After years of wasting my life, sands of time are slipping away
At what point does a president become a dictator to be impeached?
Intellectual honesty mostly dead — but few partisans even care
Every addiction is heart’s effort to fill inner hole that requires love
What are your options when the state gives your children lousy teachers?
Socialists miss simple truth that serving others will create wealth
Looking for the Boston scapegoat? You’ll never find perfect security
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Why do American Christians impose their own political beliefs on God?