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.

Now that his threat is truly gone, I realize my father hated himself
Self-disclosure of flaws is how I stop myself from deceiving you
If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers
Real love is spiritual experience that connects me to the cosmos
What if most money spent for university degrees is useless?
Another ‘Atlas Shrugged’ moment: ‘Reasonable Profits Board’ proposed
Rhetoric about freedom means nothing without right to secede