He was born in an obscure village
He worked in a carpenter’s shop until He was 30
He never wrote a book, He never held an office
He never had a family or owned a house
He did none of those things usually associated with greatness
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only 33 when 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 the only property He had on earth – His clothing
When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
TWENTY CENTURIES HAVE COME AND GONE,
HE IS THE CENTRAL FIGURE OF THE HUMAN RACE.
ALL THE ARMIES THAT EVER MARCHED,
ALL THE NAVIES THAT EVER SAILED,
ALL THE PARLIAMENTS THAT EVER SAT,
AND ALL THE KINGS THAT EVER REIGNED,
HAVE NOT AFFECTED THE LIFE OF MAN ON THIS EARTH,
AS THAT……….ONE SOLITARY LIFE
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