| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: woman," he said, after she had drunk the whiskey and straightened
up a bit.
"Here's some dry togs. Climb into them. We're going out to
extra-peg the tent. After that, give us the call, and we'll come
in and have dinner. Sing out when you're ready."
"So help me, Dick, that's knocked the edge off her for the rest of
this trip," Tommy spluttered as they crouched to the lee of the
tent.
"But it's the edge is her saving grace." Dick replied, ducking his
head to a volley of sleet that drove around a corner of the
canvas. "The edge that you and I've got, Tommy, and the edge of
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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: But the term Auferstehung des Fleisches (resurrection of the flesh)
here employed is not according to good German idiom. For when we
Germans hear the word Fleisch (flesh), we think no farther than of the
shambles. But in good German idiom we would say Auferstehung des
Leibes, or Leichnams (resurrection of the body). However, it is not a
matter of much moment, if we only understand the words aright.
This, now, is the article which must ever be and remain in operation.
For creation we have received; redemption, too, is finished. But the
Holy Ghost carries on His work without ceasing to the last day. And for
that purpose He has appointed a congregation upon earth by which He
speaks and does everything. For He has not yet brought together all His
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov: into the carts, we sat at the entry of the greenhouse and chatted
about one thing and another. It is extremely pleasant to sit in a
garden on a still April morning, listening to the birds, and
watching the flowers brought out into the open air and basking
in the sunshine.
The head-gardener, Mihail Karlovitch, a venerable old man with a
full shaven face, wearing a fur waistcoat and no coat,
superintended the packing of the plants himself, but at the same
time he listened to our conversation in the hope of hearing
something new. He was an intelligent, very good-hearted man,
respected by everyone. He was for some reason looked upon by
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