| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Open Letter on Translating by Dr. Martin Luther: trust in God and Christ, even though we have vowed to do so and
are therefore obligated to do so. Therefore, this offense is not
to be tolerated whereby those who are weak and of the flesh
participate in idolatry, against the first commandment and our
baptism. Even if one tries nothing other than to switch their
trust from the saints to Christ, through teaching and practice, it
will be difficult to accomplish, that one should come to him and
rightly take hold of him. One need not paint the Devil on the
door - he will already be present.
We can finally be certain that God is not angry with us, and that
even if we do not call on the saints for intercession, we are
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Massimilla Doni by Honore de Balzac: justly famous chorus was in the opinion of the house, listened with
devout attention.
The audience, with one accord, shouted for its repetition.
"I feel as if I were celebrating the liberation of Italy," thought a
Milanese.
"Such music lifts up bowed heads, and revives hope in the most
torpid," said a man from the Romagna.
"In this scene," said Massimilla, whose emotion was evident, "science
is set aside. Inspiration, alone, dictated this masterpiece; it rose
from the composer's soul like a cry of love! As to the accompaniment,
it consists of the harps; the orchestra appears only at the last
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: breadth and bulk, his gold-buckled belt with hanging guns, his
high-top boots with gold spurs. In that moment Venters had a
strange, unintelligible curiosity to see Oldring alive. The
rustler's broad brow, his large black eyes, his sweeping beard,
as dark as the wing of a raven, his enormous width of shoulder
and depth of chest, his whole splendid presence so wonderfully
charged with vitality and force and strength, seemed to afford
Venters an unutterable fiendish joy because for that magnificent
manhood and life he meant cold and sudden death.
"Oldring, Bess is alive! But she's dead to you--dead to the life
you made her lead--dead as you will be in one second!"
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