| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: under the bread and wine which we Christians are commanded by the Word
of Christ to eat and to drink. And as we have said of Baptism that it
is not simple water, so here also we say the Sacrament is bread and
wine, but not mere bread and wine, such as are ordinarily served at the
table, but bread and wine comprehended in, and connected with, the Word
of God.
It is the Word (I say) which makes and distinguishes this Sacrament, so
that it is not mere bread and wine, but is, and is called, the body and
blood of Christ. For it is said: Accedat verbum ad elementum, et At
sacramentum. If the Word be joined to the element it becomes a
Sacrament. This saying of St. Augustine is so properly and so well put
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: before her, both hands on her hips, her joy puffing as it were like
smoke through the cracks of her brown face.
"Read it, mademoiselle!"
"Ah, Nanon, why did he return to Paris? He went from Saumur."
"Read it, and you'll find out."
Eugenie opened the letter with trembling fingers. A cheque on the
house of "Madame des Grassins and Coret, of Saumur," fluttered down.
Nanon picked it up.
My dear Cousin,--
"No longer 'Eugenie,'" she thought, and her heart quailed.
You--
Eugenie Grandet |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton: and left us three years and a half ago last June."
"On account of sickness?" Ann Eliza faltered.
Mr. Loomis appeared to hesitate; then he said: "I see no
mention of sickness." Ann Eliza felt his compassionate eyes on her
again. "Perhaps I'd better tell you the truth. He was discharged
for drug-taking. A capable workman, but we couldn't keep him
straight. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but it seems fairer,
since you say you're anxious about your sister."
The polished sides of the office vanished from Ann Eliza's
sight, and the cackle of the innumerable clocks came to her like
the yell of waves in a storm. She tried to speak but could not;
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