One of the few things that I am certain about–and I’ve said this many times before–is that I am at least partially wrong about much of what I think about God, life, and nearly everything. It’s part and parcel of having a limited capacity for knowledge about the unknowable, which should go without saying. I’m pretty sure which way is up, and that 2+2=4, and that God loves me unconditionally. And, I’m with Descartes in believing that I exist because I’m sitting here thinking about stuff. And I’m also pretty sure my cat exists because he insists on sitting on my keyboard when I’m trying to type. But the nature of the Trinity or what happens when we die? Those things I have beliefs about, but they’re less on the certainty scale.
Modernity is not fond of being wrong
Those of us who were raised in the post-enlightenment western world tend to see being wrong about anything as a big negative. Through many years of school we learn to cringe at the red checkmarks on our test papers. At least teachers don’t hit students with rulers any longer. It’s even more embarrassing to get an answer wrong in front of the class. Wrong is bad. Making mistakes is bad. When we make a mistake, we say, “I’m sorry.”
What’s up with this? We are all human, we all make mistakes, but we insist that it’s a bad thing and that somehow we should be better than human. Well, excuse me. As a dread pirate once said, “Get used to disappointment.”
And what’s with all the dire warnings about not making the same mistake twice, as if it’s a sure sign you’re doomed? Go ahead and make that mistake twice. In fact, make it five or six times, just to be sure. You’re no less of a person because you’re forgetful.
The Joy of Being Wrong
Have you ever thought about how many scientific experiments are done with the express intent of being wrong in order to rule something out? This is one example of how being wrong can be a good thing. We can learn a lot by being wrong–often more than we can by being right. The danger, of course, is when we put too much weight on our wrong conclusion. Then, when we discover we are wrong, all that is built on top of that conclusion comes crashing down. Not fun.
However, especially if we’re talking about theology (which I often am), it’s important to know where to rest our faith and where to give ourselves the permission to be wrong. This is the problem with much of conservative Christianity, which has built a foundation out of some debatable beliefs. Chances are you know of some churches–perhaps your own–who have some “untouchable” doctrines that not all Christians share. It’s okay to say, “we tend to think this or that,” but to claim that it’s the only way and those who don’t agree are heretics is another matter. To me, these are bright red flags indicating we should beware.
I have a lot of ideas about a lot of topics, and my ideas have changed over the years because as I have read and studied I have found that my old ideas just didn’t stand up to scrutiny. I will argue my new ideas just as firmly as I argued my old ideas, until I find new arguments that outweigh mine. That’s freedom and that’s growth, and there’s joy in growth. In order to grow, I had to have been wrong in the past, or at least that’s what I think now. It’s all an adventure. As humans, we’re free to grow, and that means we have the freedom to be wrong (and to learn from it).
Through it all, I am still certain of a few things that have remained unchanged since childhood, including that God loves me and that Jesus died for the sins of the world. And that chocolate is really good.