|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A treatise on Good Works by Dr. Martin Luther:
XIV. We are masters in this form of prayer when we suffer bodily
need; when we are sick we call here upon St. Christopher, there
upon St. Barbara; we vow a pilgrimage to St. James, to this place
and to that; then we make earnest prayer, have a good confidence
and every good kind of prayer. But when we are in our churches
during mass, we stand like images of saints; know nothing to
speak of or to lament; the beads rattle, the pages rustle and the
mouth babbles; and that is all there is to it.
But if you ask what you shall speak of and lament in your prayer,
you can easily learn from the Ten Commandments and the Lord's
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy:
other's features and to say what was necessary in such a way as
to be understood.
But as each one tried to be heard by the one he was talking to,
and his neighbour tried to do the same, they did their best to
drown each other's voices' and that was the cause of the din and
shouting which struck Nekhludoff when he first came in. It was
impossible to understand what was being said and what were the
relations between the different people. Next Nekhludoff an old
woman with a kerchief on her head stood trembling, her chin
pressed close to the net, and shouting something to a young
fellow, half of whose head was shaved, who listened attentively
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson:
the elder was one whom he feared. It befell one morning that the
drum sounded in the dun before it was yet day; and the King rode
with his two sons, and a brave array behind them. They rode two
hours, and came to the foot of a brown mountain that was very
"Where do we ride?" said the elder son.
"Across this brown mountain." said the King, and smiled to himself.
"My father knows what he is doing," said the younger son.
And they rode two hours more, and came to the sides of a black
river that was wondrous deep.
"And where do we ride?" asked the elder son.