One Solitary Life
He 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.
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 home.
He never lived in a big city.
He never travelled 200 miles from the place where he was born.
He did none of the things that usually accompany greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
While he was still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against
him.
His friends deserted him. 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 garments,
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 his is the central figure for much of the human race.
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 upon this earth
as much as this
One Solitary Life.
anonymous
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John 1:1 - "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with
God, and the Word was God."
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John 3:16 - "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have
everlasting life."
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John 14:6 - "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and
the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."
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