A Brief Introduction To Howard Thurman
A Brief Introduction To Howard Thurman
A Brief Introduction To Howard Thurman
Howard Thurman
Young Howard the pounding surf, my earliest companions, giving me
space. (With Head and Heart)
Born November 18, 1899, in Daytona Beach, Florida
Reared by his Grandma Nancy, who had been a slave
and was a young woman during the American Civil War
Found the protective
fold of his neighbor-
hood and nature his
“windbreak against ex-
istence.”
As a child I was ac-
customed to spending
many hours alone in my
rowboat, fishing along
the river, when there
was no sound save the lapping of the waves against the
boat. There were times when it seemed as if the earth
and the river and the sky and I were one beat of the
same pulse. It was a time of watching and waiting for
what I did not know—yet I always knew. There would
come a moment when beyond the single pulse beat
there was a sense of Presence which seemed always to
speak to me. My response to the sense of Presence al- Grades 1-7 (8) in black school in Daytona Beach
ways had the quality of personal communion. There Grades 9-graduation: Florida Baptist Academy in Jack-
was no voice. There was no image. There was no vi- sonville (one of three high schools for black students in
sion. There was God. (Disciplines of the Spirit) Florida). Valedictorian.
Nightfall…was a presence. The nights in Florida, as I
grew up, seemed to have certain dominant characteris- College Days and Marriage
tics. They were not dark; they were black. When there
was no moon, the stars hung like lanterns, so close I felt Graduated from Morehouse College in 1923 with de-
that one could reach up and pluck them from the heav- grees in economics and government. (Summer semes-
ens. The night had its own language….At such times ter at Columbia in 1922 to study philosophy). Valedic-
I could hear the night think, and feel the night feel. torian.
This comforted me…I felt embraced, enveloped, held Enrolled at Rochester Theological Seminary in 1923
secure. In some fantastic way, the night belongs to me. (Rochester allotted two spots in the freshman class to
(With Head and Heart) black students). Bachelor of Divinity in 1926. Student
Eventually I discovered that the oak tree and I had body president. Valedictorian.
a unique relationship. I could sit my back against its Married Kate Kelly, social worker, 1926 (Kate died of
trunk, and feel the same peace that would come to me tuberculosis in 1930, after a three-year illness.) One
in my bed at night. I could reach down in the quiet daughter, Olive. Traveled alone abroad in heavy grief.
places of my spirit, take out my bruises and my joys, Then…”without knowing when or how, I moved into
unfold them, and talk about them. I could talk aloud profound focus….when I returned…I was aware that
to the oak tree and know that I was understood. It, too, God was not yet done with me, that I need never fear
was part of my reality, like the woods, the night, and
A (Brief) Introduction to the work of Dr. Howard Thurman 1
vated by the desire to “teach”: it became almost entirely
devoted to the meaning of the experience of our com-
mon quest and journey.
One afternoon a Chinese gentleman came to see me.
I had seen him in church each Sunday morning for
many weeks. Always he slipped away quietly without
speaking to anyone. Now he introduced himself, say-
ing that he was returning to China and wanted to tell
me good-bye and express his appreciation for the expe-
rience of worshipping with us each Sunday morning.
“When I close my eyes and listen with the spirit I am
in my Buddhist temple experiencing the renewing of
my own spirit.” I knew then what I had only sensed be-
fore. The barriers were crumbling. I was breaking new
ground. Yet, it would be many years before I would
fully understand the nature of the breakthrough. (With
Head and Heart)
Professor of Religion and Director of Spiritual
Life at Morehouse and Spelman Colleges. 1928-
1932
Spring semester 1929 spent at Haverford College
studying privately with the Quaker mystic Rufus Jones.
Studied mystic religion through works of Meister Eck-
the darkness, nor delude myself that the contradictions hard, Francis of Assisi, Spanish mystic Madame Guyon
of life are final.” and others.