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.

Not satire this time: In New Zealand, one model cries discrimination
What really matters in life? Hardly any of the things we worry about
More dependence ahead now that half of households get U.S. checks
Abortion debate gives us lots of candidates for ‘Idiot of the Year’
If abortion is just simple choice, why is killing babies for gender bad?
‘Please do not adjust your set’
Race discrimination: Sometimes evil, but sometimes praiseworthy?