| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Concerning Christian Liberty by Martin Luther: I can turn all things to the profit of my salvation; so that even
the cross and death are compelled to serve me and to work
together for my salvation. This is a lofty and eminent dignity, a
true and almighty dominion, a spiritual empire, in which there is
nothing so good, nothing so bad, as not to work together for my
good, if only I believe. And yet there is nothing of which I have
need--for faith alone suffices for my salvation--unless that in
it faith may exercise the power and empire of its liberty. This
is the inestimable power and liberty of Christians.
Nor are we only kings and the freest of all men, but also priests
for ever, a dignity far higher than kingship, because by that
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: a step toward the table. McIntyre's answer was drowned in an
outburst of cheering in the dining room and the rush of many feet.
On common impulse Kent and the others turned toward the doorway and
looked inside the dining room. Two officers of the French High
Commission were being held on the shoulders of comrades and were
delivering, as best they could amidst cheers and applause, their
farewell to hospitable Washington.
As his companions brushed by him to join the gay throng in the
center of the room, Kent turned back to pick up the envelope he had
left lying on the table. It was gone.
In feverish haste Kent looked under the table, under the chairs, the
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: a scene her imagination could call before her. Her lips were set
in a vindictive smile.
"Aye, she'll cry, won' she, an' carry on, an' tell how Pete,
or some odder feller, beats 'er an' she'll say she's sorry an' all
dat an' she ain't happy, she ain't, an' she wants to come home agin,
she does."
With grim humor, the mother imitated the possible wailing
notes of the daughter's voice.
"Den I'll take 'er in, won't I, deh beast. She kin cry 'er two eyes out
on deh stones of deh street before I'll dirty deh place wid her.
She abused an' ill-treated her own mudder--her own mudder what
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