Word: buchmanism
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Many a spiritual movement has expired with its founder, but Moral Re-Armament is made of more durable stuff. Three years after the death of Frank Buchman, M.R.A. feels as assured as ever that it will conquer the world with its four absolutes: honesty, purity, unselfishness and love...
...still flock each summer to M.R.A.'s grand rallies at its lavish headquarters at Caux, Switzerland, and Mackinac Island, Michigan; in 1962 M.R.A. opened a third and equally handsome center at Odawara, Japan. Although M.R.A. officials are vague about money and membership figures, Britain's Peter Howard, Buchman's designated successor as the movement's leader, insists: "We are getting more contributions than we did ten years ago, and many more people are working for M.R.A...
From Rugby to Royalties. Moral Re-Armer Howard could hardly be more unlike Buchman, who was a mild-mannered rural pastor and Y.M.C.A. worker until he founded the Oxford Group. M.R.A.'s predecessor. Lean, trim and handsome at 56, Howard was in his day one of Oxford's athletic greats, eight times a star on Britain's international rugby team. In 1941, as the best-known and most biting political columnist in Lord Beaverbrook's stable, he was assigned to write some pieces about M.R.A. and ended up joining it. He owns and operates a model...
...MARK. The sorriest of subjects -the hero is queer for little girls-is investigated with rare skill by Scenarists Sidney Buchman and Stanley Mann. The result is an earnest, valuable and even beautiful film...
Scenarists Sidney Buchman and Stanley Mann, deftly dodging every clinical cliché, negotiate a warren of psychiatric explications with grace and clarity. To date, theirs is undoubtedly the year's most skillful script; but it shows more than skill. It unlids that black hole of unbeing into which any man might at some time fall. It drops the spectator suddenly through the floor of everyday reality and leaves him for some shuddering moments in the depths from which Dostoevsky cried to heaven: "Man, man! One cannot live quite without pity...