One Solitary Life

One Solitary Life

Here is a man who was born of Jewish parents in an obscure village, the child 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 itinerant 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 college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two-hundred miles from the place He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credential but Himself. He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His divine manhood.

While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. His executioners 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 the pity of a friend. While twenty centuries have come and gone, He remains the center of the human race! I am far within my mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, the navies that ever sailed, the parliaments that ever sat, and the kings that ever reigned have not affected the life of man upon this earth as has that One Solitary Life.

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