I really don't want to insult you here mate but you sound like Cliff Richard did in the 80's.. I am not into fairytale answers, I live in reality and I face reality everyday. On a footnote, my partner is probably one of the nicest human beings you could meet. 5 seconds of the Umbilical cord around her neck at birth gave her the life she has had, what has happened in the last 5 years for her has been everyone's worst nightmare. Don't talk to me about god and miracles, I have zero interest. I did the Sunday school stuff as a kid and my counter arguments even pissed off the most devout christians.
Psychosomatic, she actually states she believed it would happen one day, her belief just pushed her make more of an effort that day. Why didn't this miracle cure all her other problems? Ah I know God works in mysterious ways. What was crass?????? All I did was state facts, you are basing your beliefs on faith, not facts.
No offence taken mate and I'm acutely aware of the risk of causing offence. I will leave the subject there
I have mentioned previously about being removed from classes for questioning why this loving God tortures and kills people. One time my mother was called into school and she backed me all the way, even though she believed but never preached. That may be why God gave her bowel cancer and made her die in agony. Or it may be that she got punished because of me, my brother, sister and I were sent off to Sunday school each with a shiny sixpence to put in the collection. The corner shop got my sixpence every Monday morning.
Not a hero Terry, just someone who cares for the wellbeing on a daily basis of a beautiful lady and our child..
It was a strange time mate we were fecking poor, but my parents always gave us their last. I used to go to school with a jumper on that was more patches than jumper. hahaha Lived in a house at Salem Hill Hendon 5 of us lived downstairs and my aunty's family lived upstairs. But I can never remember being hungry or uncared for. I can remember the winters being freezing and wearing loads of clothes to bed, with coats piled on top of the blankets.
The good old days mate, I think smug mentioned it on a thread about being poor but not realising it at the time. In a way there was a lot worse than me at school but I do remember getting kitted out for secondary school in Doggarts and my mother using a provident voucher.. btw that was 1968
There are plenty of references in the 'Christian' Bible that actually advocates killing 'non believers' -I take it you have read the Bible? - or like most Christians I know just parts that suit their own argument and agenda?
Yep remember my Mam telling us to keep quiet and out of sight and not answer the door, on some of the nights "the Provi man" was calling
Just love Terry mate, I had always accepted 2nd best like a lot of people do, it's always about property, valuables, status, cars etc and never in a million years did I think I would really fall in love with this bugger but yeah, it's 1st best and the best. Takes a lot to wipe the **** off your lasses arse each day, feed her, untangle her deformed body at times, push back a prolapse, change endless soggy pads but she is worth every breath in my body because she is the real deal. No sex mind, that's impossible but there's other ways..
Thats my problem with religion mate, believers are very selective. They entered into a covenant to seek the Lord, the God of their fathers, with all their heart and soul; and everyone who would not seek the Lord, the God of Israel, was to be put to death, whether small or great, whether man or woman. (2 Chronicles 15:12-13 NAB) Odd that there's so many Homosexual priests and vicars and yet! "If a man lies with a male as with a women, both of them shall be put to death for their abominable deed; they have forfeited their lives." (Leviticus 20:13 NAB)
You can't prepare for that mate, sounds like you're a lucky guy when you see past all the nasty bits though. I'm not materialistic at all, I appreciate the time I have with the Mrs more than anything else, can't stay mad at her for longer than a few minutes. There's all kinds nowadays for fellas mate, when money's tight stick some E45 in the fridge for an hour
I sometimes think I was on tick till Fridays haha.. My treat used to be a penny's worth of blackbullets on a Saturday morning if I had been good all week. Highlight of the week was Thursday teatimes, fish & chips from Oliver Smiths in Spennymoor when me dad got paid. Poor ****er me like had to go and get the fekkers..
