"Or an hermaphrodite (that's both genders, right?). But no 'parts' so to speak, I agree."
Hi Tammy!
I have never heard of an hermaphrodite before but no doubt you can get a lotion for it!
estimates range from 4 million to 15 million children die from starvation each year on this planet.
that's between 500 and 1700 children a day, depending on what numbers you accept.
still, no matter which numbers you use, doesn't this make you arrive at one of the following conclusions?.
"Or an hermaphrodite (that's both genders, right?). But no 'parts' so to speak, I agree."
Hi Tammy!
I have never heard of an hermaphrodite before but no doubt you can get a lotion for it!
estimates range from 4 million to 15 million children die from starvation each year on this planet.
that's between 500 and 1700 children a day, depending on what numbers you accept.
still, no matter which numbers you use, doesn't this make you arrive at one of the following conclusions?.
The difficulty for me always comes back to what God would ‘be’ if he existed. The Bible shows him to be a vengeful and judgemental bully. His son, it seems, was a more lay back guy with a penchant for sandals and casual clothes, who talked about love and peace man; the original hippy, minus the camper van.
I cannot conceive of an all powerful God being like either of them. Firstly God would have to be an ‘it’ as sex is confined to those in possession of a physical body with a need to reproduce. An invisible power pervading the universe and aware of what was happening throughout the millions of light years of space, in every part of every galaxy, is beyond our comprehension. That is why God is usually explained in human terms. To an eternal God the existence of the human race would amount to a few seconds in time be as important as bacteria on a fly’s legs. As it is I don’t believe in a personal God that is accountable to humans. Whatever there may be out there is unknowable in human terms. It’s out of this world!
So all this talk about what God thinks, feels, who he talks to, who is not worthy, will he end suffering and if not why not? Whether he inspired a book to be written once upon a time is in the realms children’s stories compared to the reality that we as surface dwelling humans have to make the best of our world. The planet is what it is. Suffering has always taken place and always will until the sun burns out.
It’s a cruel world and we all need a little comfort. If believing Jesus lived and still lives and is a cool guy, helps people be loving and kind and have hope, I personally have no problem with it.
N.drew I am unable to make sense of your posts or think of a reply without my head hurting - but you sound like a hell of a lot of fun!
post card from cornwall .
two weeks ago i returned from an escape to truro, cornwall the toe of england where i rented an idyllic detached cottage with my other half.
cornwall was bathed in sunshine and god was in his heaven instead of the box i usually keep him in.
Well you seem to show a surprising interest in Cornwall which pleases me. If you do go it is best to wait until next spring as the warm season is now over. In the USA there is nothing to compare with the Cornish coast line and its many tiny fishing ports.
If you live in the UK and visit Cornwall I suggest that you join the National Trust for £80 for a year for a joint membership. It is a charitable trust that preserves many of our best grand houses and gardens. Entry and parking are all free to members. The cost was almost recovered on just this holiday.
While others fumble for money at the entrance to historic houses, we are warmly welcomed like congregation members. Now I feel I belong to something again and my life has a purpose. I have even bought a shoulder bag displaying the Trust logo, so that people know I have a heart and belong to an important organisation.
Happy holidays.
post card from cornwall .
two weeks ago i returned from an escape to truro, cornwall the toe of england where i rented an idyllic detached cottage with my other half.
cornwall was bathed in sunshine and god was in his heaven instead of the box i usually keep him in.
For those of you that mentioned your fondness for Cornwall I suggest you visit Lerryn. My favourite visit was to Lerryn, a small quaint village set by a tidal river that
can be navigated easily at high tide to Fowey or Lostwithiel or one of the small villages along the estuary. When the tidal river is out you can cross on stepping stone instead of walking to the bridge. We were directed here by friends who named their daughter 'Lerryn' as she was conceived there. These are all the details we have!
We walked for several miles through woodland that ran alongside the river and visited a sizable picturesque old church with an interesting history catalogued in albums with photos and drawings going back over 100 years. Some of the young men that attended fought in the Zulu war, others later in the Ist World War and never returned to the village. My god was not in so we returned to Lerryn. The local Ship inn served us the best fish in beer batter with hand-cut chips and chef made mayonnaise, we have ever had, washed down with Scrumpy cider from local Haye Farm. I hear yah dmouse! There are worse ways to spend a day!
estimates range from 4 million to 15 million children die from starvation each year on this planet.
that's between 500 and 1700 children a day, depending on what numbers you accept.
still, no matter which numbers you use, doesn't this make you arrive at one of the following conclusions?.
N.drew I have fought fearlessly in Caesars arena but You are scaring me!
estimates range from 4 million to 15 million children die from starvation each year on this planet.
that's between 500 and 1700 children a day, depending on what numbers you accept.
still, no matter which numbers you use, doesn't this make you arrive at one of the following conclusions?.
"Now, of course, I don't expect that you will have read what I posted here, dear Jeff... but that's your error and your loss. Take note, however, that you won't be able to say you didn't know... or didn't hear... or weren't told. You have been. Whether you LISTEN or not... is, like everything above... on YOU. YOUR choice." AGuest.
That rings a bell!
"So, does Jehovah have a prophet to help them, to warn them of dangers and to declare things to come? These questions can be answered in the affirmative. Who is this prophet?...This "prophet" was not one man, but was a body of men and women. It was the small group of footstep followers of Jesus Christ, known at that time as International Bible Students. Today they are known as Jehovah's Christian witnesses....Of course, it is easy to say that this group acts as a "prophet" of God. It is another thing to prove it," ( Watchtower , Apr. 1, 1972, p. 197).
“I’m still one of Jehovah’s Witnesses, but I have many doubts and questions as to whether or not the Watchtower Organization is really ‘The Truth.’ I’m so confused, and I feel like I just want to walk away, but what keeps me here is the fear that Armageddon will come . I don’t want to be destroyed! I want to be on Jehovah’s side, but I’m so afraid. What if Jehovah’s Witnesses are right about Armageddon, after all? If I leave will I be destroyed by Jehovah FOREVER? I don’t want to die! I just don’t know what to do!”
post card from cornwall .
two weeks ago i returned from an escape to truro, cornwall the toe of england where i rented an idyllic detached cottage with my other half.
cornwall was bathed in sunshine and god was in his heaven instead of the box i usually keep him in.
wobble -You are right St Austel and Tribune ale also Betty Stokes ale.
finallysomepride - You are 1/4 Cornwallian/Kent...3/4 Irish. That would be Cornish from the knees down!
Black Sheep - So You'd love to be able to spend more time there. Sheep are very popular in Cornwall as they have close ties with the welsh
shamus100 - Monkeys have to be kept on a lead like dogs. We can't have you running wild now, can we?
bigmac - Yeah they do have a funny way of speaking though they are technically English we still think ofthem as foreigners.
talesin - Glad your foot is getting better. You'll soon be ready to walk the walk.
cantleave - That 's John Prescott. He got into politics via becoming a trade union leader and became BIG in the labour government!
estimates range from 4 million to 15 million children die from starvation each year on this planet.
that's between 500 and 1700 children a day, depending on what numbers you accept.
still, no matter which numbers you use, doesn't this make you arrive at one of the following conclusions?.
I think it was me who first raise the matter of ‘acts of God’ when I broke free from my chain and posted on page 16 - “For example let’s just look at the destruction and death caused so called ‘by acts of God.’ Earth quakes, volcanoes, and tsunamis.”
Several people have commented since and given the impression that I see these occurrences as acts of God. I don’t. That is why I prefixed my comment with “so called.” The term acts of God simply means that no human agency is responsible. They are unpreventable natural occurrences.
To believe them to really be acts of God, I would have to believe in an all powerful God. I don’t blame a non-existent God for anything or ask it for anything, nor can I be angry with a non-existent God. Sorry to repeat the same thing but as that’s what everyone else does, I didn’t want to be left out.
By the way, in regard to the question posed by this thread:
"Still, no matter which numbers you use, doesn't this make you arrive at one of the following conclusions?
1- God is evil.
2- God cannot or will not hear and answer prayers.
3- An omnipotent god simply does not exist."
Can someone tell me what the verdict is?
post card from cornwall .
two weeks ago i returned from an escape to truro, cornwall the toe of england where i rented an idyllic detached cottage with my other half.
cornwall was bathed in sunshine and god was in his heaven instead of the box i usually keep him in.
I realize that a thread like this will be short lived as it is not asking a question that can be debated. I just posted it for a bit of light relief.
Finallysomepride - you asked if Cornwall is part of England. Many years ago it was seperate and had its own language. It had strong ties with Wales and they traded accross the Bristol Channel. Some of old people still view the English as foreigners.
Thanks for your comments one and all.
post card from cornwall .
two weeks ago i returned from an escape to truro, cornwall the toe of england where i rented an idyllic detached cottage with my other half.
cornwall was bathed in sunshine and god was in his heaven instead of the box i usually keep him in.
Post Card from Cornwall
Well hello,
Two weeks ago I returned from an escape to Truro , Cornwall the toe of England where I rented an idyllic detached cottage with my other half. Cornwall was bathed in sunshine and god was in his heaven instead of the box I usually keep him in.
The downside of going out of season was good weather, the world and his wife were absent, all the children were at school and car parks and restaurants had plenty of room. There was an abundance of classy cafes with up-to-the-minute coffee making contraptions, extensive wine lists and a variety of food in addition to the compulsory Cornish pasty. The natives were friendly and all spoke perfect English, often without an accent.
Looking at the locals, Esther concluded that there must be a lot of pie shops around. As always, she was not wrong. The beauty of Cornwall is that you are never far from a Cornish pasty, which due to the falling pound is used as currency. Lined up in every shop window, in all shapes and sizes, like their misshapen cottages, they are a symbol of Cornish pride. In St Ives we sat in the sun on one of several benches straining under the weight of dedicated Cornish pasty eaters, eating enormous, hot, award winning steak filled Cornish pasties. Compelled to join in, we cast our inhibitions aside and munched our way into Cornish history.
The next day we visits a small harbor called Mousehole which sold real Cornish ice-cream. Esther’s little tongue plunged in and out of large mounds of the ice-cream as she moaned “it’s so good – it’s soo - good.” I felt redundant and took solace in a nasty habit that has comforted me since childhood. Much to Esther’s disgust I collected fresh winkles from rocks in, to be boiled and nibbled later. We covered many miles on foot visiting cove, crevice and crag. Dragged away from breakfast TV each morning, Esther’s daily route march ensured that the excesses of the holiday did not turn us into Cornish pasties.
The history of the Cornish tin miners is moving. They worked 16 hours a day 6 days a week. They were paid in a currency produced by the mine owners that could only be spent in shops owned by them. The owners became hugely wealthy while the miners lived in poverty. I wondered if the term Tin-pot Dictator had any connection with the set-up.
One morning we tuned in to find the British politician John Prescott being interviewed. He bemoaned the evils of the alleged historic North/South divide, apparently unaware that Cornish miners lived in the South. Stomach resting on his knees he protested that you live 3 years longer just for living in the South.
“People in the South think that us northerners have less television,” he declared. The presenters looked confused. He continued. “Ah, um, yeah, no, I don’t mean television. I meant, err, um, that’s it - intelligence.”
By the time I had finished laughing my legs were almost too weak for the ordeal that lay ahead. After a ten mile trek around a hilly and rugged coast line, inexplicably named The Lizard, we staggered back into the cottage at dusk. Fortunately I had secured a good supply of bottled Tangle-foot beer. As I went to open the medicine, I noticed a label on the bottle neck. It said, Deceptively Drinkable.
It’s beer for Gordon’s sake - where is the deception? It should read Outstandingly Drinkable.” I moaned to Esther.
“Why don’t you just drink it and stop analysing everything?” She advised me.
Ah where would I be without the fragrant Esther to keep me on the straight and narrow? She is able to automatically delete any thoughts that are not essential, leaving her mind free to plan each day's activity with absolute precision while arranging our next holiday at the same time. Multi-tasking at its best! It matters not to Esther why the world is the way it is as long as it provides her with sufficient holidays. I guess she has a different kind of “television” to me, which helped to ensure that we had a great time away.