One Solitary Life
(Anonymous)
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a
peasant woman.
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 never had a family or owned a house.
He didn’t go to college.
He never traveled 200 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 33 when 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.
When 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.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today, He
is the
Central-Figure of the human race,
the Leader of mankind’s progress.
All the armies that ever marched,
all the Navies that ever sailed,
all the the parliaments that ever sat,
all the kings that ever reigned, put together,
have not affected the life of man on earth
As much as that
One Solitary Life
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