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.

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Sweet love story or tale of a sucker? Your bias creates narrative for you
AUDIO: Drama of ‘family of origin’ seems to follow us for a lifetime
Concerns about digital future leave me mourning analog past
If president can just ignore laws, what’s the purpose of having laws?
I’m still hungry for healthy love that my 5-year-old self craved
My mother was more impressive than my father led me to believe