| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Commentary on the Epistle to the Galatians by Martin Luther: True Christians are more ready to believe in men than the children of this
world. Such charitable confidence is the fruit of the Spirit. Paul had such
trust in the Galatians although they had forsaken his doctrine. He trusts
them "through the Lord," insofar as they were in Christ and Christ in
them. Once they had forsaken Christ altogether, the Apostle will trust the
Galatians no longer.
VERSE 10. That ye will be none otherwise minded.
"Not minded otherwise than I have taught you. In other words, I have
confidence that you will accept no doctrine that is contrary to the one you
have learned from me."
VERSE 10. But be that troubleth you shall bear his judgment, whosoever
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: with the treatment the poor receive in many of these wretched
asylums, they would not stifle so easily involuntary sympathy, by
saying that they have all parishes to go to, or wonder that the
poor dread to enter the gloomy walls. What are the common run of
workhouses, but prisons, in which many respectable old people, worn
out by immoderate labour, sink into the grave in sorrow,
to which they are carried like dogs!"
Alarmed by some indistinct noise, Jemima rose hastily to
listen, and Maria, turning to Darnford, said, "I have indeed been
shocked beyond expression when I have met a pauper's funeral.
A coffin carried on the shoulders of three or four ill-looking
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James: I recognised when I reached the street the justice of her charge.
Yes, it was her life - I recognised that too; but her life none the
less made room with the lapse of time for another interest. A year
and a half after Corvick's death she published in a single volume
her second novel, "Overmastered," which I pounced on in the hope of
finding in it some tell-tale echo or some peeping face. All I
found was a much better book than her younger performance, showing
I thought the better company she had kept. As a tissue tolerably
intricate it was a carpet with a figure of its own; but the figure
was not the figure I was looking for. On sending a review of it to
THE MIDDLE I was surprised to learn from the office that a notice
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