Lesson 39 of 100 Lessons--and a Plea for Audio Studio for the Reading Impaired

"People's ideas about God are the clearest projection in the world of the inside of their own heads and hearts.  When I hear somebody describe what they think God's like, I know what they think everything's like.  Visions of God come straight out of our deepest selves.  I'm an optimistic person, so I figure God's good, and that there must be some sort of plan that will explain all this.  I don't know what it is.  But not knowing the plan doesn't matter to me.  I don't need to know.  I trust Him.  I sure don't think I'm a pawn in some sort of game.  While you live, you try to be the best person you can, do the best you can for everybody around you, and when you die, you go back to wherever you were before you were born.  And it's not a burning fiery place with monsters breathing on your neck."

Heart in the Right Place

by Carolyn Jourdan

P.S.  This was the last book I read for this year's stint with Audio Studio for the Reading Impaired (P.O. Box 23043, 11403 Park Road , Anchorage, KY 40223).  Alas, it might be the last time I read for them, since they are having some serious funding problems.  It kills me, because the operating budget is only about $70,000 a year.  Not a sum to be sneezed at, obviously, but on a metro level it's sofa change.  Or, for that matter, to some of the rich folks in Louisville.  Aren't there any rich blind folks out there who would be willing to shake out the sofa for Audio Studio?  (Or 70,000 regular folk who could spare a dollar each?  Or 35,000 folk with two dollars?  17,500 with four?  8.750 with eight?  4,375 with sixteen?  2,187 1/2 with thirty-two?  1,093 3/4 with sixty-four?  546 with one-hundred and twenty-eight and one with one-hundred and twelve?  How about joining the 546 and parting with $128 for the blind and otherwise reading impaired?  That's like 36 cents a day . . . and best of all, you won't get a shit load of mail urging you to give again (which discourages me, in that it's obvious that my donation went to xeroxing papers and buying stamps).

Brother K in the Recording Booth