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.

If you beg someone to make you his priority, you hurt yourself
We can’t defeat existing system; we must build better one instead
Dogs, cats and children remind me of all the joy in small things
Spoiled brat sues White Castle because he can’t fit into a booth
Evil media bias? It depends on which lens you’re looking through that day
If politics sends you into a rage, is it really a good use of your time?
Face of a stalker? At Florida school, it’s ‘stalking’ to speak of karma
When intense feelings turn numb, something inside has died for me