A Solitary Life....

Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant
woman. He grew up in another obscure village where He worked in a
carpenter shop until he was thirty. He never wrote a book. He never held
an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He never went to
college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled more than two
hundred miles from the place where he was born. He did none of those
things one usually associated with greatness. He had no credentials but
himself…

He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against
him. His friends ran away. One of them denied him. He was turned over to
his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon
a cross between two thieves. While dying, his executioners gambled for
his clothing, the only piece of property he had on earth. When he was
dead, he was taken down and 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 and the leader of mankind's progress. All the
armies that have ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the
parliaments that ever sat and all the kings that ever reigned put
together have not affected the life on earth of mankind as powerfully as
that one solitary life.
- He is Jesus -