He was born in an obscure village, the child of of a peasant woman, He grew up in still another obscure village where He worked in a carpenter 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 had a family, He never owned a house, He never went to college, He never visited a big city, He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born, He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness, He had no credentials but Himself, He was only thirty three when the tide of 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 upon a cross between two thieves, While he was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property he had on earth, When he was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend, Twenty Centuries have come and gone, TODAY....JESUS is the central figure of many human race, the leader of mankind progress, All the armies that have ever marched, All the navies that have ever sailed, All parliaments that have ever sat, All the KINGS that have ever reigned put together, Have not affected the life of MANKIND on this earth as much as that ONE SOLITARY LIFE.....
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 13:18:48 +0000
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