How My Mind Has Changed

For the past two years or so I have begun remembering youthful dreams.

Two inseparable, inexhaustible themes have fascinated me more and more: love and the Holy Spirit.

For seven splendid years (1953-1960) I studied at Union Theological Seminary in New York. Someone told me that visitors to the seminary were occasionally brought around to the tutors' office, where I worked as a graduate student, in order to glimpse "the Barthian"—of which species I was apparently the only one in captivity in that place.

In the summer of 1963 I was hanging around Harvard’s libraries, worrying about hermeneutics.

The poverty in the immigrant Dutch Reformed community where I grew up was not grinding poverty, but almost all families were poor. It was egalitarian; people were treated alike.

Changes of mind aren’t superficial or easy things. Mine have usually come as forced exits from the comfort of myself to somewhere more painful.

Developing an Israel-like view of the church

How can theology be black if the sources used for its explication are derived primarily from the white Western theological tradition?

The more the secular belief in progress thrives on the crisis it creates, the more strongly do religious passions surface in public life.

A courageous leader looks back on his own theological development and reflects on factors leading to his commitment to nonviolence both as a method and as a philosophy of life.