| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: What was to become of us now? It seemed we could no longer dwell in
the one place. But where was I to go? or where she? Without either
choice or fault of ours, life had conspired to wall us together in that
narrow place. I had a wild thought of marrying out of hand; and the
next moment put it from me with revolt. She was a child, she could not
tell her own heart; I had surprised her weakness, I must never go on to
build on that surprisal; I must keep her not only clear of reproach,
but free as she had come to me.
Down I sat before the fire, and reflected, and repented, and beat my
brains in vain for any means of escape. About two of the morning,
there were three red embers left and the house and all the city was
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A treatise on Good Works by Dr. Martin Luther: and righteousness, but trusted in themselves, their works and
powers, and yet called upon God's Name and praised Him, two
things which do not fit together.
XXI. The first work of this Commandment then is, to praise God
in all His benefits, which are innumerable, so that such praise
and thanksgiving ought also of right never to cease or end. For
who can praise Him perfectly for the gift of natural life, not
to mention all other temporal and eternal blessings? And so
through this one part of the Commandment man is overwhelmed with
good and precious works; if he do these in true faith, he has
indeed not lived in vain. And in this matter none sin so much as
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Whirligigs by O. Henry: "It's only ould Father Denny come to see ye, darlin';
and a foine gentleman I've brought to make ye a gr-r-and
call. And ye resaves us fast aslape in bed! Shame on
yez manners!"
"Oh, Father Denny, is that you? I'm glad. And
will you light the lamp, please? It's on the table by the
door. And quit talking like Mother Geehan, Father
Denny."
The priest lit the lamp, and Lorison saw a tiny, towsled-
haired boy, with a thin, delicate face, sitting up in a small
bed in a corner. Quickly, also, his rapid glance con-
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