OUR YOUNG PEOPLE
OUR YOUNG PEOPLE
Welcome to the best section on the website! - OUR YOUNG PEOPLE. WE IGNORE THEM AT OUR PERIL BECAUSE THEY'LL BE LOOKING AFTER US WHEN WE NEED IT MOST!!
This part of the website belongs to our young people, from the very young to those setting out on life's adult journey.
I hope it makes you laugh, cry, rejoice and ponder. Whatever it does, you should know that The Waterside Churches are on your side and you are one of us. You belong to our family and, most importantly, God's family.
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OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES: I'm 81 so naturally my arms are a bit wrinkly. My 3 year old grandson was with me one day when he suddenly said: "Oh Nan, look, your arms are dropping off." Bless him.
OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES: I'm 81 so naturally my arms are a bit wrinkly. My 3 year old grandson was with me one day when he suddenly said: "Oh Nan, look, your arms are dropping off." Bless him.
MY CHILDREN LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE: they think I'm stupid. I laugh at them because they don't know it's hereditary.
MY CHILDREN LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE: they think I'm stupid. I laugh at them because they don't know it's hereditary.
Let's try some deep thinking - A poem to ponder, by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Born on July 18th 1933, he was a fourth-generation descendant of Ukrainians exiled to Siberia, He grew up in Moscow and a small town on the Trans-Siberian Railway. He was a novelist, essayist, dramatist, screenwriter, publisher, actor, editor, university professor, and director of several films. He died on April 1, 2017 (aged 83) in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Telling lies to the young is wrong.
Proving to them that lies are true is wrong.
Telling them that God’s in his heaven
and all’s well with the world is wrong.
The young know what you mean. The young are people.
Tell them the difficulties can’t be counted
and let them see not only what will be
but see with clarity these present times
Say obstacles exist they must encounter,
sorrow happens, hardship happens.
The hell with it. Who never knew
the price of happiness will not be happy.
Forgive no error you recognize,
it will repeat itself, increase,
and afterwards our pupils
will not forgive in us what we forgave.
–Yevgeny Yevtushenko.
Let's try some deep thinking - A poem to ponder, by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Born on July 18th 1933, he was a fourth-generation descendant of Ukrainians exiled to Siberia, He grew up in Moscow and a small town on the Trans-Siberian Railway. He was a novelist, essayist, dramatist, screenwriter, publisher, actor, editor, university professor, and director of several films. He died on April 1, 2017 (aged 83) in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Telling lies to the young is wrong.
Proving to them that lies are true is wrong.
Telling them that God’s in his heaven
and all’s well with the world is wrong.
The young know what you mean. The young are people.
Tell them the difficulties can’t be counted
and let them see not only what will be
but see with clarity these present times
Say obstacles exist they must encounter,
sorrow happens, hardship happens.
The hell with it. Who never knew
the price of happiness will not be happy.
Forgive no error you recognize,
it will repeat itself, increase,
and afterwards our pupils
will not forgive in us what we forgave.
–Yevgeny Yevtushenko.