One Solitary Life

Here Is A Man Who Was Born in an obscure village, The Child Of A Peasant Woman.

He Grew Up in an Obscure Village.

He Worked in a carpenter shop until He Was thirty. Then, for Three Years He Was An Itinerant Teacher.

He never Wrote a book. He never Held an office.

He never Owned a home. He never Had a family.

He never Went to college.

He never Traveled, except in His Infancy, more than two hundred miles from the place Where He Was Born.

He never Did one of the things that usually accompanies greatness. He Had no credentials but Himself.

While He Was still a Young Man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him.

He Was Turned over to His enemies. He went through a mockery of a trial. He Was Nailed upon a Cross between two thieves.

His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth, His Seamless Robe.

When He Had Died, He Was taken down from The Cross And Laid In A Borrowed Grave through the courtesy of a friend.

More than two thousand years have come and gone. Still today, He Is The Centerpiece of the human race and The Leader of all human progress.

I am well within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever were built, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as Powerfully as has This One Solitary Life.

 

 

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