A Prelude to Infinity / Remembering Margarete Pross / Friday: Fossil Mania

“Sparks electric only strike
on Souls electrical alike.
The flash of intellect expires,
unless it meet
congenial fires.”
Hannah Moor

Oh,
precious Earth made Child.
We were given feet of clay,
and Wings.

Our Lives
are
a prelude to
Infinity,
our roots
in the Heavens,
not
underground.
Profound Revelations
guide us
to the Source of all
Beauty.

        Profound Revelations guide us.

And when,
My Dear Friend,
does this Life
end?

No.
Not when your
Heart of clay
ceases to beat.
It stops
when Hearts fail
to comprehend
the Love and Compassion
that dwells
within.

We all possess
a longing
for the unknown.

Yes,
the Immensity and Beauty
of the Universe
is Our Home,
and it is
little known.

“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
of Faith.”
Geerhardus Vos,
Grace and Glory: Sermons Preached
in the Chapel of Princeton Theological Seminary

     Our Home is little known.

Buried deep
within our will to be,
is a Promise,
a Sacred Promise of God Almighty,
to Forgive
and to heal,
and always be.

We weavers
of Dreams,
and other things,
possess
the unexplainable feeling of longing
for a time and place,
we do not know.

And this,
My Precious Friend,
can be a sign
of recognizing
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
before.

And
who knows?
The waves of Oceans deep
land upon every
shore,
like the Love
of God
that seeks a way
into every
Heart.

George Matheson

“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

Oh Lord,
grant that our Lives
restore
the borrowed Day,
the Sacred Gift
of
Celestial Love,
the precious Life
given
from Above.

Goodnight.

Remembering Margarete Pross

Once upon a time,
a couple of college friends and I invited
our dear friend and teacher, Mrs. Margarete Pross,
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
include her in our plans.
.
Those tears still flow though our Hearts,
down though time, and into the lives we
live today.
.
She shared the tragedy of her Life –
of how her husband, holder of both a law
degree and a Ph.D. and Chair of the Department
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
survive.
Mrs. Pross was teaching Speech,
along with the Joy of Living,
at a small junior college in, of all places,
Ranger, Texas,
when our group came to pick her up for
the John Gary concert
at her home.
.
As she wiped away tears from eyes
that were always
filled with such compassion for her students,
I looked around at the very humble
surroundings she lived in.
I was mortified at the so-called apartment
she merely existed in.
And I thought privately, how can such circumstance toss
such a Beautiful Human Being
into this.
.
The place made her three students want only to quickly leave.
It was at this time that we decided to assist her in finding
decent living accommodations.
We succeeded in finding a nice
garage apartment for her,
and we included her in our lives,
as much as we could.
.
We finally departed that evening for Abilene
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.
And it began with that evening.
.
Such is the way with the quiet lives we live.
So many teachers,
so many tears, so many lonely evenings,
when it looks as though
no one cares.
All of her students felt, deep in our hearts,
that
this Lady cared deeply for us,
and she made us care
a great deal more than we thought we could.
We learned from her that
much of what we do,
in small ways for others,
really matters.
It creates Joy,
keeps us alive,
and makes our brief Lives
worth living.
.
And in sharing a little of your time and yourself,
you discover
that your life is richer.
You find that Life is more than just living
you discover that
Love is everywhere
and in everyone
and, to your surprise,
in YOU.
.
And that you have plenty
to share –
that
your Cup runneth over,
with Love.
.
So,
in this moment,
before your Life ceases
to stir the endless sea of Time,
while tears of remembrance can still flow over you,
tell the teacher that held you in her Heart
how much it mattered
that someone cared,
when it seemed, perhaps,
that no one else
would.
.
Take her by the hand,
waltz her out the door,
and share a moment of gratitude
for all the Love that still abides
with you.
.
Life
is like a string of pearls,
consisting of brief moments
of Joy.

And few of them!

Goodnight.
.

W. Somerset Maugham “The secret to Life
is meaningless,
unless you discover it
yourself.”

W. Somerset Maugham,
Of Human Bondage

This week in Philosophy Class:
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
Nick Meagher
and
Director George X Rodriguez.
Thank You
for your support.
.
2018-19 Anderson School Calendar
First Semester

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

Second Semester

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.
Visit our website at
http://www.andersonschool.net
for updated information.

    The School Calendar is subject to change.
There are no make-up days
if school is closed due to
 inclement weather.

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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“Dr. A,
Thank you
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

Thank You
Laura Jaye,
as always, for the kind words.
They are deeply
appreciated.

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