ONE SOLITARY LIFE Here is a man born in an obscure village,son of a peasant woman.He grew up in another obscure village.He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty,and then for three years He was an intenerant preacher.He never wrote a book.He never held an office.He never owned a home.He never had a family.He never went to collage.He never travelled two hundred miles from place where He was born.He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness.He had no credential but Himself. While still a young man,the tides of popular opinion turned against Him.His friends ran away.On of them denied Him.He was turned over to his enemies.He went through the mockery of trials.He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.His excutioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while he was dying and that was His coat.When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through pity of a friend. Twenty wide centuries have came and gone,and today He is the centre piece of human race and the leader of the column of progress. It far within the mark to say that all armies that ever marched,and all navies that ever were build,and all parliaments that ever sat,and all kings that ever reigned,put together have not affected the life of a man upon this earth as powerfull as has that ONE SOLITARY LIFE.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 06:27:58 +0000
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