|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Augsburg Confession by Philip Melanchthon:
it does not call upon God, nor expect anything from God, nor
bear the cross, but seeks, and trusts in, man's help. And
thus, when there is no faith and trust in God all manner of
lusts and human devices rule in the heart. Wherefore Christ
said, John 16,6: Without Me ye can do nothing; and the Church
Lacking Thy divine favor,
There is nothing found in man,
Naught in him is harmless.
Article XXI: Of the Worship of the Saints.
Of the Worship of Saints they teach that the memory of saints
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley:
"The pleasant showers and genial warmth of spring greatly altered
the aspect of the earth. Men who before this change seemed to have
been hid in caves dispersed themselves and were employed in various
arts of cultivation. The birds sang in more cheerful notes, and
the leaves began to bud forth on the trees. Happy, happy earth!
Fit habitation for gods, which, so short a time before, was bleak,
damp, and unwholesome. My spirits were elevated by the enchanting
appearance of nature; the past was blotted from my memory, the present
was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and
anticipations of joy."
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor:
you hear? I shall come and take your business in hand myself, if
the like happens again."
Not ten days passed before the like--or something fully as bad--
did happen. Gregor must have been a new comer in Kinesma, or he
would not have tried the experiment. In an hour from the time it
was announced, Prince Alexis appeared in the bazaar with a short
whip under his arm.
He dismounted at the booth with an ironical smile on his face,
which chilled the very marrow in the merchant's bones.
"Ah, Gregor, my child," he shouted, "you have already forgotten my
commands. Holy St. Nicholas, what a bad memory the boy has! Why,