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.

Moral principle: What you do with your money is your business
Epiphany: My message changed when I selected a new audience
Becoming conscious of life choices means start of whole new struggle
Conflict pushes inner buttons to make me feel like child in trouble
‘I understand all you’re saying, but what if I’ve waited too late?’
Snapshots of hurting people and broken families, but no resolutions
For most men, ‘I’m a nice guy,’ means, ‘I’ll always be a loser’
Life is full of choices, but some require us to ‘come before winter’
If he cheats at Cracker Barrel, he’ll eventually cheat you, too