Howard Thurman Quiet Spirit

The most important thing that I have learned in the study of Howard Thurman (mystic, prophet, poet, philosopher and theologian), is the idea that out of religious faith emerges social responsibility. Thurman’s understanding of the role of meditation and the contemplative life informed his every action. I admire his ability as a man of quiet spirit to find the unity in all living things, which created for him a harmony with nature, self, people; and, more importantly, with God. Surely, Howard Thurman’s philosophy seems to have an understanding of the interconnectedness of all living things. I believe his quiet spirit is the influence that helped to mold his thoughts and actions The Written Word
Thurman discovers his writing ability when he
In fact, many people are familiar with his writings and the written collections of his sermons. However, Thurman believed that the spoken word was his central gift. In his autobiography With Head and Heart, Thurman says that “though I have published many books ,my craft remains the spoken word” () He continues, “Even as I am writing, I hear the sound of the spoken word as it goes on the page. If it does not please me I am reluctant to write the word” () Thurman put great emphasis on the spoken word and took great care with the delivery of them. To only know Thurman through his writing is to truly miss out on a large measure of his brilliance. His delivery and effectiveness when preaching is something to truly
His uncle and Aunt Maggie lived in a large two-story house. Thurman recalls that the house had fancy furniture. He was actually afraid to sit on the furniture. His uncle had his own bakery with plenty of goodies where he could eat all he wanted, but strangely he lost his appetite. He took five cents and brought several flavors of ice cream putting, it in his suitcase. He took it home to Daytona to give his sister to find that it was a mess at the bottom of his suitcase, he wept (233). Sunday service was strange to him, and he wishes to go back to Daytona. The building was grand, and although the people were looking like him, they seemed apart from him. They were not white, they were not black. It was confusing to Thurman, and he was ready to go home where he could feel like himself and be himself