| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Augsburg Confession by Philip Melanchthon: that they have had no leisure to touch upon Scripture, and to
seek the more profitable doctrine of faith, of the cross, of
hope, of the dignity of civil affairs of consolation of sorely
tried consciences. Hence Gerson and some other theologians
have grievously complained that by these strivings concerning
traditions they were prevented from giving attention to a
better kind of doctrine. Augustine also forbids that men's
consciences should be burdened with such observances, and
prudently advises Januarius that he must know that they are to
be observed as things indifferent; for such are his words.
Wherefore our teachers must not be looked upon as having taken
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: outspoken. A happy and high-minded anger flashed through his
despair: it won for him his wife.
Nearly two years passed before it was possible to marry: two years
of activity, now in London; now at Birkenhead, fitting out ships,
inventing new machinery for new purposes, and dipping into
electrical experiment; now in the ELBA on his first telegraph
cruise between Sardinia and Algiers: a busy and delightful period
of bounding ardour, incessant toil, growing hope and fresh
interests, with behind and through all, the image of his beloved.
A few extracts from his correspondence with his betrothed will give
the note of these truly joyous years. 'My profession gives me all
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Horse's Tale by Mark Twain: "Every Saturday she hires little Injuns to garrison her fort; then
she lays siege to it, and makes military approaches by make-believe
trenches in make-believe night, and finally at make-believe dawn
she draws her sword and sounds the assault and takes it by storm.
It is for practice. And she has invented a bugle-call all by
herself, out of her own head, and it's a stirring one, and the
prettiest in the service. It's to call ME - it's never used for
anything else. She taught it to me, and told me what it says: 'IT
IS I, SOLDIER - COME!' and when those thrilling notes come floating
down the distance I hear them without fail, even if I am two miles
away; and then - oh, then you should see my heels get down to
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