| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: So it happened that Blount and Alcide had not the slight-
est trouble in replacing, by a sound telga, the famous demi-
carriage which had managed to take them to Ekaterenburg.
As to Michael, he retained his tarantass, which was not
much the worse for its journey across the Urals; and he had
only to harness three good horses to it to take him swiftly
over the road to Irkutsk.
As far as Tioumen, and even up to Novo-Zaimskoe, this
road has slight inclines, which gentle undulations are the
first signs of the slopes of the Ural Mountains. But after
Novo-Zaimskoe begins the immense steppe.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Commentary on the Epistle to the Galatians by Martin Luther: VERSE 17. Is therefore Christ the minister of sin?
This is Hebrew phraseology, also used by Paul in II Corinthians, chapter 3.
There Paul speaks of two ministers: The minister of the letter, and the
minister of the spirit; the minister of the Law, and the minister of grace;
the minister of death, and the minister of life. "Moses," says Paul, "is the
minister of the Law, of sin, wrath, death, and condemnation."
Whoever teaches that good works are indispensable unto salvation, that
to gain heaven a person must suffer afflictions and follow the example of
Christ and of the saints, is a minister of the Law, of sin, wrath, and of
death, for the conscience knows how impossible it is for a person to fulfill
the Law. Why, the Law makes trouble even for those who have the Holy
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin: tempered by the distance. There were strange, rare odors abroad--
a tangle of the sea smell and of weeds and damp, new-plowed earth,
mingled with the heavy perfume of a field of white blossoms
somewhere near. But the night sat lightly upon the sea and the
land. There was no weight of darkness; there were no shadows. The
white light of the moon had fallen upon the world like the mystery
and the softness of sleep.
Most of them walked into the water as though into a native element.
The sea was quiet now, and swelled lazily in broad billows that melted
into one another and did not break except upon the beach in little
foamy crests that coiled back like slow, white serpents.
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