Eryn's first day at Junior School...
I don't know who has been more nervous!Lost Voices of Mission...Fred Brown
Along the world famous Oxford street in London's Westend; nestled in among the classy frontage of designer shops there is almost an unnoticeable, unimpressive wooden door. It is more or less alongside The Regent Hall's main entrance onto the busyness of Oxford Street. People pass the wooden door oblivious to the equally unimpressive wooden steps that go up three storey's to what was Regent Hall's youth club. When I was 10 I played on these bare wooden steps totally unaware of the significance behind and upon which I played. Many years later I discovered a university youth work course - as an induction to Youth Work - stopped outside this insignificant wooden door to point out that Youth Work as we know it in the UK started behind this door. ...whether that be the surbanite flower people that flooded the Westend to express their free love; or the hard core drug community this unimpressive wooden door became the 'portal' that blurred encounter between church an...
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When I realised that my younger son was closing in on puberty, I felt much as you do when you are getting to the end of your dessert, and you start taking smaller and smaller spoonsful to make it last longer. I found myself metaphorically doing that with the last of my "little boy". I'm so glad I did, because in his teen years, he has become most truculent and unaffectionate.