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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Both sides of gun debate see what they want to see in D.C. shooting
I’m exhausted and numb from placing trust in the wrong people
Brutal truth is that we will never be able to fix all of world’s evils
Booing Ron Paul evidence that voters don’t want honest conversation
There are three kinds of lonely — and I don’t know which this is