| 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: own ears that I cannot be saved except by the blood and death of Christ. I
conclude, therefore, that it is up to Christ to overcome my sins, and not up
to the Law, or my own efforts. If He is the price of my redemption, if He
was made sin for my justification, I don't give a care if you quote me a
thousand Scripture passages for the righteousness of works against the
righteousness of faith. I have the Author and Lord of the Scriptures on my
side. I would rather believe Him than all that riffraff of "pious" law-
workers.
VERSE 11. But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God,
it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith.
The Apostle draws into his argument the testimony of the Prophet
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: some buckets and bail the water out, everything will be all right."
This solution seemed simple enough.
However, a dissension soon arose among the travelers about who would
do the bailing, and what buckets would be used. "Allow me," said
one. "It is my duty in this circumstance to bail, and I have here a
very solid bucket suitable to the task."
"Beg pardon, sir," said another, "but I must be the bailer. It is
written in the laws of the sea that a person of my parts must do
this labor. Besides, I have a superior bucket."
"Wait," said a third. "This gentleman's bucket is all right, but I
think I should be allowed to help bail, since I am a fellow passenger."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: Asylum fifty miles away, stunning the neighbourhood and baffling
the police. In the small hours of the morning a body of silent
men had entered the grounds, and their leader had aroused the
attendants. He was a menacing military figure who talked without
moving his lips and whose voice seemed almost ventriloquially
connected with an immense black case he carried. His expressionless
face was handsome to the point of radiant beauty, but had shocked
the superintendent when the hall light fell on it -- for it was
a wax face with eyes of painted glass. Some nameless accident
had befallen this man. A larger man guided his steps; a repellent
hulk whose bluish face seemed half eaten away by some unknown
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