Brit Hume on the Aftermath of His Son’s Suicide
Make certain you read the entire transcript block at The Brody File:
I grew up in the Episcopal church. I went to an Episcopal boys day school for nine years, and I can still basically recite the Liturgy from the old prayer book of the morning prayer service because we said it every day of the week for nine years at that school where I went. I considered myself a Christian. If someone had asked me if you’re a Christian, I would have said, ‘Of course I’m a Christian.’
But I think I was what you would call a nominal Christian. I went through my adult life with little thought day by day of God or Christ or any of the rest of it. I just didn’t think about it very much. When my son died in 1998, you know, when something shattering like that happens, I think it’s likely to be moment or can well be a moment where you find out what you really believe, and as horrible as that was, and it was bad, and it was heartbreaking and it was unexpected and it was very painful, I had the feeling through it all, that God was there, that He would rescue me from grief and pain, and that, I would get through it, and I knew I believed, and I knew it with enormous force. And things happened during that period that I looked to Him as the only reasonable explanation.
You have to understand, I’d been a street correspondent at ABC News eventually covering the White House and was well-known within certain circles, but outside of those circles, even a White House correspondent isn’t that well-known in the country. You’re just not. And when I went to FOX News, I was the second best thing to being in the Witness Protection Program. We were so small in those days. The audience was so tiny that I basically dropped out of sight for more than a year before this happened, and yet, the outpouring of sentiment for me, of sympathy and condolence that I got was absolutely astonishing.
My home address isn’t well-known, and yet somehow, in the weeks that followed that incident of his death, we had to send out ‘thank you’ notes to nearly a thousand people who had written to me. They were in my mailbox when I came home at night, stuffed to capacity, and people sent prayer cards and they told me about trees that had been planted in his name and so on.
I don’t know how, I mean I know it made news around the country that he died, that he committed suicide, but I can’t image, I was astonished at that response. I thought I was seeing the face of God. And I felt enormously lifted by it, I felt grateful for it, and I said to myself, ‘Well, Hume, turns out you’re a Christian. Now, what are you going to do about it?’
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