One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village…

He worked in a carpenter's shop until he was thirty…

And for three years He was an itinerant preacher…

He never held an office…

He never had a family or owned a house…

He didn’t go to college…

He had no credentials but Himself…

He was only 33 when the public 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…

While He was dying His executioners gambled for His clothing…

The only property He had on earth.

He was laid in a borrowed grave.

Twenty centuries have come and gone and today He is the central figure of the human race. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as much as that…

ONE SOLITARY LIFE.

Thanks Christian