| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Concerning Christian Liberty by Martin Luther: word of God or be in the soul. Faith alone and the word reign in
it; and such as is the word, such is the soul made by it, just as
iron exposed to fire glows like fire, on account of its union
with the fire. It is clear then that to a Christian man his faith
suffices for everything, and that he has no need of works for
justification. But if he has no need of works, neither has he
need of the law; and if he has no need of the law, he is
certainly free from the law, and the saying is true, "The law is
not made for a righteous man" (1 Tim. i. 9). This is that
Christian liberty, our faith, the effect of which is, not that we
should be careless or lead a bad life, but that no one should
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: everybody was trying to harm her. She was so bad that he was taking
her to an asylum. But he hadn't found quite the right place yet,
and wanted me to keep her here until he knew where he could take her.
Once he left a revolver here by mistake. But I hid it so the lady
wouldn't see it, and gave it to the gentleman the next time he
came. He was angry at that, though I couldn't see why, and said I
shouldn't have touched it."
The woman had told her story with much hesitation, and stopped
altogether at this point. She had evidently suddenly realised that
the lady was not insane, but only in great despair, and that people
in such a state will often seek death, particularly if any weapon
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: despised for that. They were modest; they understood their
limitations. Their own masters had not handed the sacred fire into
the keeping of their cold and skilful hands. One of those last I
remember specially, now gone to his rest from that sea which his
temperament must have made a scene of little more than a peaceful
pursuit. Once only did he attempt a stroke of audacity, one early
morning, with a steady breeze, entering a crowded roadstead. But
he was not genuine in this display which might have been art. He
was thinking of his own self; he hankered after the meretricious
glory of a showy performance.
As, rounding a dark, wooded point, bathed in fresh air and
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