One solitary life
One Solitary Life
Here is a young man who was born in an
obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.
He worked in a carpenter’s shop until 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 had a family. He did none of
those things we usually associate with greatness. He had no
credentials but Himself.
While he was still a young man, the tide of public opinion
turned against Him. His friends ran away. He was turned over
to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial, He
was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While he was dying,
His executors gambled for the only piece of property He had on
earth, and that was His coat. When He was dead, He was laid in
a borrowed tomb through the pity of a friend. Twenty centuries
have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the
human race, and the leader of the column of progress.
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
that one solitary life.
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