One Solitary Life: He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in still another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty. Then for three years He was an intinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didnt go to college. He never traveled 200 miles from the place He was born. He did none of these things one usually asociates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He was only 33 when 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. When 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. Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race, the leader of mankinds 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 on earth as much as that One Solitary Life. Thank You Jesus King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Posted on: Thu, 08 May 2014 15:10:53 +0000
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