Of course, a man may by early resolution, by frustration, by bitter experience withdraw more and more from all involvements. Again and again the process repeats itself, wearing down the walls that shut us in. When this happens we fight at length to get back home, to come again into the familiar place, to be secure in our own boundaries. There are moments of enthusiasm when with mounting excitement we absorb ourselves in something beyond ourselves. The demand is ever present to distinguish between the self and the not-self.
Always we are surrounded by persons, forces, and objects which lay siege to us and seek to make us means to their ends or at least to their fulfillment. The struggle to achieve some sense of individuality in the midst of other people and other things is grim. “Peace in Our Lives,” a meditation of Howard Thurman from his book, The Growing Edge.įierce indeed is the grip by which we hold on to our lives as our private possession. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.’ (John 20: 19-21). Jesus said to them again, ‘Peace be with you. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.’ After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Thurman presented in the voice of one untimely born two years after Thurman’s death. Thurman were here in his own pulpit to present his thoughts himself, but even in so hallowed a nave as Marsh Chapel, we do not pretend to be able to fulfill this ideal, even under such an auspicious sermon title as “Thurman and Resurrection.” Thus, we are left with a less than ideal option, namely that of proffering some meager correlations between the themes of the resurrection Gospel according to John and the thoughts and writings of Dr. There are those in our midst who could do so I am not one of them. Howard Thurman, particularly on the topic of resurrection, it quickly becomes clear that it would be no small feat to attempt a presentation of his thoughts on the subject approaching anything like adequacy.
Alas, when tasked with considering the careful crafting of the religious and life experience into communicative text undertaken by the Rev.
“It says right here in my bulletin: ‘Sermon’!” And so it does. “That is odd,” you may be saying to yourself. The sermon this morning is not really a sermon.
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