| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: he was helpless to fight any longer.
The Nome King had left his throne and pressed through his warriors to
the front ranks, so he could see what was going on; but as he faced
Ozma and her friends the Scarecrow, as if aroused to action by the
valor of the private, drew one of Billina's eggs from his right jacket
pocket and hurled it straight at the little monarch's head.
It struck him squarely in his left eye, where the egg smashed and
scattered, as eggs will, and covered his face and hair and beard with
its sticky contents.
"Help, help!" screamed the King, clawing with his fingers at the egg,
in a struggle to remove it.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: said: When both our doctrine and life are godly and Christian. For
since in this prayer we call God our Father, it is our duty always to
deport and demean ourselves as godly children, that He may not receive
shame, but honor and praise from us.
Now the name of God is profaned by us either in words or in works. (For
whatever we do upon the earth must be either words or works, speech or
act.) In the first place, then, it is profaned when men preach, teach,
and speak in the name of God what is false and misleading, so that His
name must serve to adorn and to find a market for falsehood. That is,
indeed, the greatest profanation and dishonor of the divine name.
Furthermore, also when men, by swearing, cursing, conjuring, etc.,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy: down under a bush, putting some grass under his head for a
pillow, Levin did the same, and in spite of the clinging flies
that were so persistent in the sunshine, and the midges that
tickled his hot face and body, he fell asleep at once and only
waked when the sun had passed to the other side of the bush and
reached him. The old man had been awake a long while, and was
sitting up whetting the scythes of the younger lads.
Levin looked about him and hardly recognized the place,
everything was so changed. The immense stretch of meadow had been
mown and was sparkling with a peculiar fresh brilliance, with its
lines of already sweet-smelling grass in the slanting rays of the
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