Youâ€™re talking with an old friend over coffee. At one point in the conversation, she uses a word that sets off every alarm bell in your head. Clearly she believes something you donâ€™t believe at all. What do you do?
Bill and I have been discussing God for decades. He is a Calvinist, a deep and brilliant thinker, and takes the Bible literally (more or less). We see most things very differently from each other. I love him like a brother, but even more like a role model, because I have watched Godâ€™s grace flood his life for many years.
The other day we got to talking about the existence of truth, and as part of that conversation he brought up the idea of certainty. Is it possible to be certain about things in this lifeâ€”certain about God, about what you read in sacred texts, about anything?
Now I do not like certainty. Not one little bit. Back in my teens and early twenties, I was certain about my beliefs; it wreaked havoc on my emotional life and separated me from people I love. Iâ€™ve seen this happen to others as well. From my perspective, less certaintyâ€”and more willingness to say, â€œI donâ€™t knowâ€â€”would make the world a better place.
So when Bill brought up the word, I had lots of good reasons to laser in on it and proclaim the dangers of certainty.
I didnâ€™t do it.
Hereâ€™s why. Bill and I are getting on in years. Our worldviews are well established, and theyâ€™ve borne much fruit in our lives. If I start spouting about certainty, Iâ€™m doing so from my worldview. That likely wonâ€™t be any use to him.
On the other hand, I had no idea what he meant by certainty. So I asked him.
His answer surprised me. He spoke of that inner peace when life seems so good and everything just feels right. Paradoxically, what he meant by certainty was subjective.
Yes, here too I could have gone off on him: certainty canâ€™t be subjective! Itâ€™s a logical contradiction! Instead, I took in his meaning and turned it over in my mind, grateful for having learned a little more about the issue at hand, and a little more about what makes Bill tick.
You might say I gave up on truth, or at least intellectual rigor, for relationship. You may be right. Thatâ€™s what fascinates me. At this point in our friendship, this stage of our lives, this cycle of the universe, it seemed more fruitful to deepen a friendship (and to address the whole conversation) than to rant about a truth or, rather, a truth as I saw it.
What do you think of this choice? Would you have made the same decision? Why or why not? Are there other situations where youâ€™d have chosen the other way? (There are for me.) Feel free to share here or on Facebook.