Four years ago my husband and I left England with our three children to serve as medical missionaries on the mission field at Mount Silinda, Southern Rhodesia, and to the American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions. We had waited...
In my teen years, I had pondered deeply regarding a dimension of living other than what may be designated up and down and across. The idea of depth came to me, I suppose, from Euclid—that objects have three dimensions. I...
I believe in God. It seems as though I’ve always believed in God. But the significance of that faith, as in so many instances, deepened in a moment of tragic loss of a 3-year-old son. Before that, I might have...
Recently, my brother died at the age of 53, suddenly and unexpectedly, a rare, kindly person, a lively and stimulating addition to those who knew him. Two months later, Peter, our sensitive, spiritual, remarkable son, died of a brain tumor...
I feel very presumptuous and uncomfortable about trying to explain out loud the things I believe in. But I do think that all human problems are in some way related to each other, so perhaps if people compare their experiences...
It has been said that a man believes a doctrine when he behaves as if it were true. This is a high standard for belief but worth attempting. I was brought up in the Church of England, and as a...
After the loss of his wife, businessman Charles Hires Jr. found a sense of purpose late in life by helping young people find theirs. (from the 1950s This I Believe series)
What I believe makes a sort of signpost on the road joining my knowledge, which is very small, and my ignorance, which is very large. The night is too dark for me to read what it says, but I can...
“I feel the coming glory of the light.” This last line of Edwin Arlington Robinson’s sonnet “Credo” expresses the general basis of my belief. It is my task to clear away the debris of dead emotions, regrets, and petty ambitions...
