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.

Good relationships need intimacy, but do they have to include sex?
Love & Hope — Episode 6:
With space shuttle finally dead, free market can do better job in space
Apologize while you still can, because you’ll live with regret
Do you believe you’re free? Slavery by any other name is still slavery
We never get enough of whatever lets us feel safe being ourselves
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Miss. church turns back clock by refusing to marry black couple
The love I crave seems beyond horizon, always out of my reach