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.

Take time to give honest praise, even when it’s just about a dog
There are times we need to quit; what do you need to quit today?
I’m weary of degenerate society where my values aren’t welcome
NOTEBOOK: Why do so many libertarians need One True Way?
How does modern culture escape ‘little boxes made of ticky tacky’?
These aren’t revolutionaries; they’re nothing but thugs and looters
In a culture of cold, ‘no strings’ sex, only emotional intimacy fills needs
We’re trapped in our own heads, fearful of other folks’ judgment
I’m not sure what’s left to say about politics, so here’s a picture of a cat