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    #11
    Originally posted by sunnysan
    has anybody reached there early 30's and have got to the point where they are completely disatisfied with IT and all the b3lltulip that goes with it.
    Yup, and haven't even hit 30 yet!

    How to cope? The thought of eventually owning a mansion with a swimming pool and antique furniture, as well as having financial security and the spare cash to fund my personal projects keeps me going.
    Autom...Sprow...Canna...Tik banna...Sandwol...But no sera smee

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      #12
      Originally posted by Chico
      The good thing is the Alpha Course will intoduce you to a man who has all the answers - Jesus Christ aka your Creator.
      Jesus Christ is not the Creator. He was supposedly the son of God.

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        #13
        Churchill he is the Creator numerous biblical verses tell us this hence the doctrine of The Trinity.

        The Long Silence

        At the end of time, billions of people were scattered on a great plain
        before God's throne. Most shrank back from the brilliant light before
        them. But some groups near the throne talked heatedly. Not with crying
        shame, but with belligerence.

        "Can God judge us? What can he know about suffering?” snapped a pert
        young brunette. She ripped open her sleeve to reveal a tattooed number
        from a Nazi concentration camp. " We endured terror...beatings....
        torture.... death"

        In another group a Negro boy lowered his collar. "What about this?" he
        demanded, showing an ugly rope burn. "Lynched for no crime but being
        black".

        In another crowd, a pregnant schoolgirl with sullen eyes." Why should
        I suffer?" she murmured. "It wasn't my fault." Far across the plain
        were hundreds of such groups. Each had a complaint against God for the
        suffering and evil he had permitted in his world.

        How lucky God was to live in heaven where all was sweetness and light;
        where there was no weeping or fear, or hunger or hatred. What did God
        know of all that man had been forced to endure in this world?" For God
        leads a pretty sheltered life", they said.

        So each of these groups sent forth their leader, chosen because he had
        suffered the most. A Jew, a Negro, a person from Hiroshima, a horribly
        deformed arthritic, a thalidomide child. At last they were ready to
        present their case. It was rather clever.

        Before God could be qualified to be their judge, he must endure what
        they had endured. The decision was that God should be sentenced to
        live on earth - as a man.

        Let him be born a Jew. Let the legitimacy of his birth be doubted.
        Give him a work so difficult that even his own family will think him
        out of his mind when he tries to do it. Let him be betrayed by his
        closest friends. Let him face false charges, be tried by a prejudiced
        jury and convicted by a cowardly judge. Let him be tortured.

        At the last let him see what it means to be terribly alone. Then let
        him die! Let him die so that can be no doubt that he died. Let there
        be a great host of witnesses to verify it.

        As each leader announced his portion of the sentence, loud murmurs of
        approval went up from the throng of people assembled.

        When the last had finished pronouncing sentence, there was a long
        silence. No one uttered another word... no one moved.

        For suddenly all knew that God had already served his sentence.
        Sola gratia

        Sola fide

        Soli Deo gloria

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          #14
          Originally posted by WageSlave
          Yup, and haven't even hit 30 yet!

          How to cope? The thought of eventually owning a mansion with a swimming pool and antique furniture, as well as having financial security and the spare cash to fund my personal projects keeps me going.
          teehee mate .. dream on .. with having to support your Russian wife and her entire family .. how on earth do you think you'd get rich??

          dream on !!!

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            #15
            Originally posted by SandyDown
            teehee mate .. dream on .. with having to support your Russian wife and her entire family .. how on earth do you think you'd get rich??

            dream on !!!
            Every donkey needs a carrot I never said I would get it, it's just a motivation.
            Autom...Sprow...Canna...Tik banna...Sandwol...But no sera smee

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              #16
              I ask that all day. Why am I here? Why am I here?. I know the answer, cos the bluddy wife wants a new shower room.
              bloggoth

              If everything isn't black and white, I say, 'Why the hell not?'
              John Wayne (My guru, not to be confused with my beloved prophet Jeremy Clarkson)

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                #17
                Chico, you don't half spout some bollox!

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                  #18
                  Churchill please clarify.
                  Sola gratia

                  Sola fide

                  Soli Deo gloria

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                    #19
                    Originally posted by Chico
                    Let him be betrayed by his closest friends.
                    To be fair, if you trust a ginge, what do you expect?

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                      #20
                      Originally posted by Chico
                      Churchill please clarify.
                      Chico, what in the statement "Chico, you don't half spout some bollox!" do you find ambiguous?

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