My immediate predecessor was your friend, Dr. Many outstanding ministers have served here. Probably you are already familiar with the church. The Dexter Avenue Baptist Church has a rich history. Your presence as well as your message would mean so much to our church and to our community. I sincerely hope that you can accept the invitation. This is one of the outstanding events of our church year. I would like to extend to you an invitation to preach the Men’s Day sermon the second Sunday in July, 1956. I am seeking each year to bring some of the great preachers of our nation to Dexter Avenue Baptist Church for this occasion. The second Sunday in July is the date set aside for our annual Men’s Day. I am in the process of setting up my program for the coming church year. With the peace of the Eternal in our step.King invites Thurman, dean of Boston University’s Marsh Chapel, to speak for Men’s Day. Our spirits refreshed, and we move back into the traffic of our daily round It moves directly to the core of our being. Over and over the questions beat in upon the waiting moment.Īs we listen, floating up through all the jangling echoes of our turbulence,Ī deeper note which only the stillness of the heart makes clear. What do I hate most in life and to what am I true? Where is my treasure and what do I love most in life? Where do we put the emphasis and where are our values focused? What are the motives that order our days? The questions persist: what are we doing with our lives? – We look at ourselves in this waiting moment – With full intensity we seek, ere the quiet passes, a fresh senseĪ direction, a strong sure purpose that will structure our confusion
While something deep within hungers and thirsts for the still moment
Our spirits resound with clashings, with noisy silences, The streets of our minds seethe with endless traffic To sit quietly and see one’s self pass by! Perhaps a good way to start the Lenten season. In our over full, over stimulated stressed lives, this is a good reminder. Passing on a beautiful poem/meditation I read this morning from Howard Thurman’s Meditations of the Heart.
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