NEWS FROM THE FRONT WITH DR. JAKE WALTERS

“Make my joy complete by being of the same mind, maintaining the same love, united in spirit and intent on one purpose.”  Philippians 2:2

The beginning of this school year has been a resounding acclamation of being “united in spirit and intent on one purpose!”  The halls of the school are resonating with a determination to fulfill our mission to educate for excellence and prepare our students for works of service.  As presented, we are united with you in this mission.  This school, this ministry is of no inherent value on its own.  We are simply a reflection and representation of the collective values held by the families united in this effort.  We reflect strong values that are grounded in the historic truths of the Christian faith. We clearly and passionately communicate those values.  We represent a mission and cause that is beyond ourselves and speaks directly to future generations by the transmission of our faith to our children.  We must not fail in this effort because at some point in the future our children will stand alone, without us at their sides, and they must be purposely prepared.  At my age, all those who raised me and helped bring me along are gone.  I learned to stand with The Lord.  We all eventually come to this point when we have outlived the loved ones who nurtured us along the way… in very much in the same way that Elijah left Elisha.  Our children will be prepared for such times and they too will be charged with passing their faith to the next generation. 

There is no greater honor in life than being able to speak blessing into the life of another so let’s be resolute in doing so.  I want to leave you with a poem my grandmother left to me.  It has inspired me in my life to prepare the way for others who follow behind.  I give you “The Bridge Builder”.The Bridge Builder

The Bridge Builder

The Bridge Builder

By:  Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man going a lone highway,

Came, at the evening cold and gray,

To a chasm vast and deep and wide,

Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim,

The sullen stream had no fear for him;

But he turned when safe on the other side

And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,

“You are wasting your strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day,

You never again will pass this way;

You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build this bridge at evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head;

“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,

“There followed after me to-day

A youth whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm that has been as naught to me

To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;

Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”