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April, 1949
THE FEDERATION JOURNAL
Page 7
The Sacredness
Of Teaching
By MILDRED MARTIN HILL
That “There is that of God in every
man,” was spoken by George Fox, the
Quaker, almost three centuries ago;
nevertheless it is no less true today. Men’s
phenomenal strides in every field of en
deavor, and especially in science and in
vention are concrete evidences of this
super-human power!
The above being true, where except in
the mind, would such powers be invested?
Reflecting upon that foregoing fact, one
marvels and despairs over many of the
attitudes and conditions found in the
teaching profession.
At the great over supply of persons will
ing to undertake the Herculean resjxm-
sibility of molding the psychic abode of
God, the mind, one truly marvels. How
aspiring youths, who find themselves in
capable mentally, physically and financial
ly for other professions, finally decide
upon teaching, causes one to despair for
the warped intellectuality of future gen
erations.
That these persons are allowed to enter
the sacred profession of teaching is not
an abominable reflection upon the stand
ards of teacher qualifications, but is in its
profoundest aspects—sacrilege.
Hotv?
How has God made so many flowers with
no two kinds the same—
So many, many lovely ones I cannot even
name?
How does he make a bumblebee, a snail
or butterfly?
How can he( just from tiny seeds, make
trees to grow so high?
How do the plants know when to grow
and how to come in season?
They never seem to get mixed up— I
wish I knew the reason.
I thought and thought about these things,
but never understood.
I only know that God is wise, and wonder
ful and good.
—Ann Codrington
Commonplace
Who is guilty of this exploitation? The
individual? The college institution that
turns them out? Or the State which ac
cepts them? The question is truly proble
matic; however, it appears that, in truth,
all three are not above reproach. And
while one is able to sympathize with the
individual seeking existence at any cost;
the college accepting inferior persons for
material subsistence; the State’s certifi
cation of the unqualified in generous co
operation. Yet one sympathizes far, far
more deeply with their victims, little chil
dren.
This Spring, another material minded
horde is going to be sent out from in
stitutions with only a very slight concept
of the true responsibility which they take
upon themselves. It is the duty of some
one to speak to them for the sacredness of
the profession before they enter the field.
For once in, they cling callously, regard
less of their detriment, like the parasites
which they are—for mere existence.
Ultimately, as is very sure, the pendu
lum swings back revealing to the indivi
dual a life which has been spent in only
bars, misfitted existence; the institution
finds it has no immortal halo or intel
lectual graudates to endear and reflect
its granduer the world over; the State
finds it has nutured the canker worn,
ignorance, and has thereby destroyed its
most sacred treasure—the Godly intel
lectual opportunities of its youth!
“A commonplace life,” we say, and we
sigh:
But why should we sigh as we say?
The commonplace sun in the commonplace
sky
Makes up the commonplace day.
The moon and the stars are commonplace
things,
And the flower that blooms and the bird
that sings
But dark were the world and sad our lot
If the flowers faded and the sun shone
not;
And God, who studies each separate soul!
Out of commonplace lives makes his
beautiful whole.
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