| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King James Bible: is sent among the heathen, Arise ye, and let us rise up against her in
battle.
OBA 1:2 Behold, I have made thee small among the heathen: thou art
greatly despised.
OBA 1:3 The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest
in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his
heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?
OBA 1:4 Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy
nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, saith the LORD.
OBA 1:5 If thieves came to thee, if robbers by night, (how art thou cut
off!) would they not have stolen till they had enough? if the
King James Bible |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy: fixed upon the spit as his only means of salvation on
this side of the Unknown, a moving object broke the
outline of the extremity, and immediately a ship's boat
appeared manned with several sailor lads, her bows
towards the sea.
All Troy's vigour spasmodically revived to prolong
the struggle yet a little further. Swimming with his
right arm, he held up his left to hail them, splashing
upon the waves, and shouting with all his might. From
the position of the setting sun his white form was
distinctly visible upon the now deep-hued bosom of the
Far From the Madding Crowd |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: Colonel Zane went around the comer of the cabin and returned with a live coal
on a chip of wood, which Joe placed in the bowl of his pipe, and because of
the strong breeze stepped close to the cabin wall. Being a keen observer, he
noticed many small, round holes in the logs. They were so near together that
the timbers had an odd, speckled appearance, and there was hardly a place
where he could have put his thumb without covering a hole. At first he thought
they were made by a worm or bird peculiar to that region; but finally lie
concluded that they were bullet-holes. He thrust his knife blade into one, and
out rolled a leaden ball.
"I'd like to have been here when these were made," he said.
"Well, at the time I wished I was back on the Potomac," replied Colonel Zane.
The Spirit of the Border |
