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One
Solitary Life
Here is a man who
was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant
woman. He grew up in another village. He worked in a carpenter
shop until He was thirty. Then for three years He was
an itinerant preacher.
He never owned a home.
He never wrote a book. He never held an office. 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
credentials but Himself...
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 upon a cross between two thieves.
While He was dying His executioners gambled for the only
piece of property He had on earth – His coat. When
He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the
pity of a friend.
Nineteen long centuries
have come and gone, and today He is a centerpiece of the
human race and leader of the column of progress.
I am far within the
mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched,
all the navies that were ever built; 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 powerfully as has that one solitary life.
