| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: upon it; and those are the ways a trustee will take. For example,' and
here he arose and unhooking a file of current quotations from the wall,
placed it in my lap as I sat beside him. 'now here are Government three's
selling at 108 3-8. They are as safe as the United States; and if I
advised you to buy them, it would cost me no thought, and my character
for safety would run no risk of a blemish. That is the sort of bond that
a trustee recommends. But see what income it gives you. Roughly speaking,
about twenty-eight thousand dollars.'"
"'That would not do at all,' said I, thinking of Ethel and October."
"'Certainly not for you,' returned Mr. Beverly, gaily. If you were a
timorous old maid, now, who would really like all her money in her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Commentary on the Epistle to the Galatians by Martin Luther: are many factors that prevent such full reassurance on our part. We are born
in sin. To doubt the good will of God is an inborn suspicion of God with all
of us. Besides, the devil, our adversary, goeth about seeking to devour us by
roaring: "God is angry at you and is going to destroy you forever." In all
these difficulties we have only one support, the Gospel of Christ. To hold on
to it, that is the trick. Christ cannot be perceived with the senses. We
cannot see Him. The heart does not feel His helpful presence. Especially in
times of trials a Christian feels the power of sin, the infirmity of his
flesh, the goading darts of the devil, the agues of death, the scowl and
judgment of God. All these things cry out against us. The Law scolds us, sin
screams at us, death thunders at us, the devil roars at us. In the midst of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: waved a hand to the horizon--"they're starving in heaps,
bolting, treading on each other. . . ."
He saw my face, and halted awkwardly.
"No doubt lots who had money have gone away to
France," he said. He seemed to hesitate whether to apolo-
gise, met my eyes, and went on: "There's food all about here.
Canned things in shops; wines, spirits, mineral waters; and
the water mains and drains are empty. Well, I was telling
you what I was thinking. "Here's intelligent things," I said,
"and it seems they want us for food. First, they'll smash us
up--ships, machines, guns, cities, all the order and organisa-
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