Five Feet of Bible?

It's Annunciation season and the Mothers of the New Testament are running about the internet pregnant under different questionable and scandalous circumstances.

Partly in honor of the season, RantWoman wants to read in quiet expectation instead of endlessly listening to various flavors of chattering! RantWoman feels a need to expand her Braille reading from her Three Inches of Psalms exercise. RantWoman has also gotten Matthew and Mark in Braille from her building library and has snagged Acts and Galatians too. The ambiguity of not even checking about whatever a checkout procedure might be gnaws a little at RantWoman's conscience. A little.

For RantWoman's trouble she gets to whine about yet another set of issues among her new reading options: RantWoman COULD request a copy of The Bible in Braille from any of several sources. Put Bible Braille into the search engine of choice for current options. RantWoman has done this with enough attention to absorb that the entire Bible, RSV in grade 2 contracted Braille is five feet of shelf space!

RantWoman finds this thought sort of terrifying. It's not just the space so much as the fact that RantWoman reads Braille really slowly, like about two pages an hour. This is an improvement but RantWoman is still awaiting the sort of Braille epiphany she has read about where all of a sudden with practice things get massively easier all in one big WHOOSH, like Pentecost in a flurry of dots or something.

RantWoman finds five feet of Bible terrifying though because of some admonishment not to tempt the Lord your God: what if that whoosh never arrives? How can RantWoman of frequently faltering faith bear with the thought of 5 feet of Bible gathering dust? What if she never gets around to....

RantWoman is aware of the option of getting a spiffy Braille device that would store dozens of volumes in space the size of one print book and then feed them back under RantWoman's fingers on demand. The price of such spiffy gizmos makes RantWoman faint. RantWoman so clearly is so far from being remotely able to use such a device for work that Quaker integrity impedes her requesting help from vocational rehab sources. to buy such a thing.

RantWoman also REALLY likes the spatial sense of moving one's fingers over a whole page instead of having words delivered 20 cells at a time. In other words, there is just NO making RantWoman happy about these topics and RantWoman feels certain she is to share all her festive holiday whines. Merry Advent--with an item about expectant waiting in community!

http://thegoodraisedup.blogspot.com/2010/11/gods-manna.html


and one about writing one's congressperson more than one's mother:
http://www.barclaypress.com/pamferguson.php/2010/11/18/learning-to-listen