The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: It's "mind what mother tells you,
And it's "put away your toys,
For Santa Claus is coming
To the good girls and the boys."
Ho, Santa Claus is coming, there is Christmas in the air,
And little girls and little boys are good now everywhere.
World-wide the little fellows
Now are sweetly saying "please,"
And "thank you," and "excuse me,
And those little pleasantries
That good children are supposed to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: pure salvation and life; not through the water (as we have sufficiently
stated), but through the fact that it is embodied in the Word and
institution of God, and the name of God inheres in it. Now, if I
believe this, what else is it than believing in God as in Him who has
given and planted His Word into this ordinance, and proposes to us this
external thing wherein we may apprehend such a treasure?
Now, they are so mad as to separate faith and that to which faith
clings and is bound though it be something external. Yea, it shall and
must be something external, that it may be apprehended by the senses,
and understood and thereby be brought into the heart, as indeed the
entire Gospel is an external, verbal preaching. In short, what God does
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: girl can affect; and which they constantly play off, as spoilt
children abuse the power they owe to their mother's affection.
Thus all familiarity between the girl and the old Count was soon
put a stop to. She understood the painter's melancholy, and the
thoughts hidden in the furrows on his brow, from the abrupt tone
of the few words he spoke when the old man unceremoniously kissed
Adelaide's hands or throat.
Mademoiselle Leseigneur, on her part, soon expected her lover to
give a short account of all his actions; she was so unhappy, so
restless when Hippolyte did not come, she scolded him so
effectually for his absence, that the painter had to give up
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