"ONE 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. He worked
in a carpenter shop unil He was thirty, and then for three years
He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never
held an office.


He never owned a home. He never set foot inside a big city. He
never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was
born. He had no credentials but Himself.


While 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 the 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 while He was dying -- and that was His coat. When He was
dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the
pity of a friend.


Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the
centerpiece of the human race and the leader of progress. I am
far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever
marched, and all the navies that ever were built, and 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 that One Solitary Life.

Author Unknown








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