On Being Wrong

Well hey. Thanks for sticking around for the past couple months in spite of my silence. I’m grateful. There are still a lot of things up in the air, but I’m coming back to this space. Thank you for your patience. I’ve talked about being wrong before. It’s no secret that I don’t like it. But I think I’m getting better at it. Or at least, I’m getting to do it more often.

What I’m learning about college is that I came here to learn. And in order to learn, there has to be a gap between what I know when I start and what I will know when I’m done. If that’s true, then sometimes I’m going to raise my hand to answer a question in class and be wrong.

I know it sounds simple, but it’s been surprisingly hard to get used to. And I’m finding that it goes far beyond an answer in class.

A year ago, I thought I knew a thing or two about social justice. Now I look around and am stunned by how much I still have to learn. And so much of that is due to what I have learned in the six months that I’ve been studying it.

And I’m learning to be okay with that.

I’m learning that sometimes the questions lead not to answers, but to more questions. Solutions are almost never as simple as we want them to be. And we can’t just stand back and offer them, either. If we’re going to love people, it’s going to get messy.

Today I’m far less certain than I was in August, but I’m also far more excited.

I am being stretched. I’ve felt God leaning close to whisper, Would you dare to believe that there is far more to me than you could have ever imagined?

It’s been a challenge to lean into being wrong. To be honest about the hard things, to think critically, and to not hang on to things just because they’re what I’ve always believed. And I’m astounded by what I have learned.

I’m also far more acutely aware of how much I have left to learn, but that’s okay. I think I could use being wrong a little bit more.