In the deconstruction process, I’ve come to realize how much I don’t know.
I am not the most knowledgable person in any arena.
I’m not a Bible scholar.
I’m not a scientist.
I’m not a philosopher.
I’m not a historian.
I have some formal training in theology, but it barely scratches the surface.
With the overwhelming amount of information available, there will always be a large percentage of the information on a given topic I won’t ever know.
This brings a certain level of humility.
Certainty seems like an impossibility.
The honesty of “I don’t know” seems the most appealing.
Black and white seem like wonderful ideas, but the reality of the gray is more realistic.
It also brings a bit of skepticism.
Not an antagonistic kind, but more curious.
The more certain someone is, the less likely I am to trust their opinion.
If we can’t admit that there are other ways of addressing the topic, we’re closing our eyes.
We’re missing valuable information.
On the whole, deconstruction is teaching me to live in tension.
It’s the dissonance that that is beautiful.
Resolution was nice, but this is a bit more textured.
I don’t know a good number of things.
It brings humility.