One Solitary Life

♦ He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant
♦ He grew up in still another village where he worked in a
carpenter shop until he was thirty.

♦ Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book.

♦ He never held an office.
 He didn’t go to college.
♦ He never visited a big city.

♦ He never traveled two hundred miles from the place
   where he
 was born.
♦ He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness.

♦ He had no credentials but Himself. He was only thirty-three
the tide of public opinion turned against him.

♦ His friends ran away.
♦ He was turned over to his enemies and went through the
   mockery of a trial.

♦ He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
♦ While he was dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing,
   the only property he had on Earth.

♦ When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave through the
   pity of a friend.
♦ Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today he is the
  central figure of the human race and the leader of mankind’s

♦ All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed,
  all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned
  put together have not affected the life of man on Earth as much

                                                            He is Jesus Christ of Nazareth

                                                                      Unknown Author


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