Oxford Graduate School

Oxford Graduate School is a graduate school founded in 1980 in Crystal Springs (Dayton) Tennessee, focused on integrating faith with traditional educational and professional disciplines. Oxford Graduate School is an accredited member of the Transnational Association of Christian Colleges and Schools (TRACS). Though faculty are primarily Christian in their personal orientation, OGS has graduates from multiple denominations and belief systems. The Graduate School is "non-sectarian, non-profit, and non-discriminatory".

The student body consists of approximately 100 students with a median age of 49 years old. The graduate school has fifteen faculty members.

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