| 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: To resist the flesh in this manner is to nail it to the Cross. Although the
flesh is still alive it cannot very well act upon its desires because it is
bound and nailed to the Cross.
VERSE 25. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.
A little while ago the Apostle had condemned those who are envious and
start heresies and schisms. As if he had forgotten that he had already
berated them, the Apostle once more reproves those who provoke and
envy others. Was not one reference to them sufficient? He repeats his
admonition in order to emphasize the viciousness of pride that had
caused all the trouble in the churches of Galatia, and has always caused the
Church of Christ no end of difficulties. In his Epistle to Titus the Apostle
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: progress I had hoped for. Figuring on the rate of progress I was
making, I saw that a lifetime would be too short to accomplish
anything. It was then that I would have despaired, if my Welsh
blood had not been so stubborn. I summoned new courage and went
on with the work. At the end of the fourth year I began to see
results from my preliminary efforts. The convention of 1910
showed that the membership was eighty thousand, distributed among
three hundred and thirty-three lodges. It was resolved to start
the actual work of founding an educational institution. A tax of
two cents a week was laid on members and later increased to four
cents. Land was bought, a building erected and in 1913 the school
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: By the carnival winds that have torn her away
From the coronal bloom on the brow of the
May. . . .
She is youth, she is foam, she is flame, she is
visible Song!
THE POOL
REACH over, my Undine, and clutch me a reed--
Nymph of mine idleness, notch me a pipe--
For I am fulfilled of the silence, and long
For to utter the sense of the silence in song.
Down-stream all the rapids are troubled with pebbles
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