on Souls electrical alike.
The flash of intellect expires,
unless it meet
precious Earth made Child.
We were given feet of clay,
a prelude to
in the Heavens,
to the Source of all
My Dear Friend,
does this Life
Not when your
Heart of clay
ceases to beat.
when Hearts fail
the Love and Compassion
We all possess
for the unknown.
the Immensity and Beauty
of the Universe
is Our Home,
and it is
“Among all the realities of the invisible world,
mediated to us by the disclosures and promises of God,
and to which our Faith responds,
there is none that more strongly calls into action
this faculty for grasping the unseen
than the Divine pronouncement through the Gospel,
that, though sinners,
we are Righteous in the judgment of God.
That is not only the invisible,
it seems the impossible;
it is the paradox of all paradoxes;
it requires a unique energy of Believing;
it is the supreme victory of Faith
over the apparent reality of things;
it credits God with calling the things that are not
as though they were;
it penetrates more deeply into the Deity of God
than any other act
– Geerhardus Vos,
Grace and Glory: Sermons Preached
in the Chapel of Princeton Theological Seminary
within our will to be,
is a Promise,
a Sacred Promise of God Almighty,
and to heal,
and always be.
and other things,
the unexplainable feeling of longing
for a time and place,
we do not know.
My Precious Friend,
can be a sign
the identity of the Soul.
To envision a picture of a certain place,
unknown in time and space,
may trigger the Soul
to feel a great longing,
a feeling like
we have been there
The waves of Oceans deep
land upon every
like the Love
that seeks a way
“I give thee back the Life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My Heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my Heart to thee;
I trace the Rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.”
– George Matheson
grant that our Lives
the borrowed Day,
the Sacred Gift
the precious Life
Remembering Margarete Pross
a couple of college friends and I invited
to join us for an evening of music
with John Gary at Hardin-Simmons University.
What a magical evening it was.
And later, she cried at the thought that her students
would care enough to
down though time, and into the lives we
of how her husband, holder of both a law
of Speech at a nearby University, died suddenly.
She felt that without his presence at the school,
she was unfairly dismissed
from her teaching position at this University.
Now it was evident that she was fending for herself,
in a very real struggle to merely
along with the Joy of Living,
at a small junior college in, of all places,
when our group came to pick her up for
at her home.
As she wiped away tears from eyes
that were always
I looked around at the very humble
she merely existed in.
And I thought privately, how can such circumstance toss
The place made her three students want only to quickly leave.
decent living accommodations.
We succeeded in finding a nice
and we included her in our lives,
as much as we could.
to truly enjoy
a night of music with John Gary in concert,
a great steak dinner,
and as many one liners and jokes as she could endure.
What we created was a great friendship
that lasted many years.
So many teachers,
when it looks as though
no one cares.
All of her students felt, deep in our hearts,
and she made us care
We learned from her that
in small ways for others,
It creates Joy,
keeps us alive,
and makes our brief Lives
You find that Life is more than just living –
Love is everywhere
and in everyone
and, to your surprise,
And that you have plenty
to share –
in this moment,
before your Life ceases
to stir the endless sea of Time,
while tears of remembrance can still flow over you,
how much it mattered
when it seemed, perhaps,
that no one else
waltz her out the door,
and share a moment of gratitude
for all the Love that still abides
is like a string of pearls,
consisting of brief moments
And few of them!
we will enjoy viewing the Anderson School Production
of Julius Caesar
performed by our students
last Spring in our great outdoor theater.
Our appreciation goes to
Director George X Rodriguez.
for your support.
Oct. 26 Fossil Mania in Glenrose
Nov. 2 Museum of Science & History
Nov. 19 – 23 Thanksgiving / Fall Break
T. B. A. Texas A.G.T. Conference (no school)
Dec. 7 Texas Civil War Museum
Dec. 21 (Friday) Last Day of Fall Semester
Dec. 24 – Jan. 7 Winter Break Holidays
January 8 – May 24 2019
Jan. 8 (Tuesday) Second Semester begins
Jan. 21 (Monday) Rev. Dr. Martin L. King Holiday
Jan. 25 (Friday) Fort Worth Stock Show
Feb. 18 (Monday) President’s Day Holiday
Mar. 8 (Friday) Texas Storytelling Festival in Denton
Mar. 11 -15 Spring Break Holidays
April 19 & 22 (Fri. & Mon.) Good Friday & Easter Holidays
April 30, (Tuesday) Scarborough Renaissance Festival …………. Student Day
May 20 Prep. Day for Adventure Trip (no school)
May 21 – 24 Adventure Trip
May 24 Last Day of Semester
Dr. & Mrs. Anderson may schedule 2-5 additional days
(to be announced later) for In-service Training.
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for updated information.
The School Calendar is subject to change.
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if school is closed due to
Inclement Weather Policy:
the school will close if Fort Worth I. S. D. is closed.
(Calendar 2018-2019 / approved 7-29-18)
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for your most inspiring words from the Heart.
The message today spoke directly to me.
The entire newsletter is a complete gift to anyone
who is Blessed enough to read it.
Only Love is real.
And only Love is important.
I have heard a resounding melody
and like the sweetest of lullabies sings to me.
Trust in the unknown
and then you will know everything.”
– Laura Jaye Greer
as always, for the kind words.
They are deeply