| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Concerning Christian Liberty by Martin Luther: neighbour is in want, and has need of our abundance, so we too in
the sight of God were in want, and had need of His mercy. And as
our heavenly Father has freely helped us in Christ, so ought we
freely to help our neighbour by our body and works, and each
should become to other a sort of Christ, so that we may be
mutually Christs, and that the same Christ may be in all of us;
that is, that we may be truly Christians.
Who then can comprehend the riches and glory of the Christian
life? It can do all things, has all things, and is in want of
nothing; is lord over sin, death, and hell, and at the same time
is the obedient and useful servant of all. But alas! it is at
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: been trained in habits of minute attention to the person, so necessary
to health of body and mind, habits in some sort conducive to a sense
of wellbeing. Conscientiously they went through their duties, so
afraid were they lest their mother should say when she kissed them at
breakfast-time, "My darling children, where can you have been to have
such black finger-nails already?" Then the two went out into the
garden and shook off the dreams of the night in the morning air and
dew, until sweeping and dusting operations were completed, and they
could learn their lessons in the sitting-room until their mother
joined them. But although it was understood that they must not go to
their mother's room before a certain hour, they peeped in at the door
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: idea about spending our vacation? I've always
wanted to put up at a swell hotel, and I saved up out
of my twenty per, and did it. Say, Mame, how about
a trip to Coney Saturday night on the boat
what?"
The face of the pseudo Madame Heloise D'Arcy
Beaumont beamed.
"Oh, you bet I'll go, Mr. Farrington. The store
closes at twelve on Saturdays. I guess Coney'll be
all right even if we did spend a week with the swells."
Below the balcony the sweltering city growled and
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