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 obscure village.
He worked in a carpenter’s shop until He was 30 years old and then for 3 years He was a travelling preacher.
He never wrote a book, He never held an office, He never owned a house, He never had a family, He never went to college.
He never put his foot inside a big city except one. He never went 200 miles from the place where He was born.
He never did one of the things which usually accompanies greatness.
He had no credentials but himself. Whilst still a young man the tide of popular opinion turned against Him.
His friends ran away, some 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 upon earth while he was dying; and that was his garment. When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave, through the kindness of a friend.
20 centuries have come and gone. He is the cornerstone of the human race and the keystone of the
. Kingdom of God
When I say that all the armies that ever marched and all the navies that were ever built and all the parliaments that have ever sat and all the kings that have ever reigned have not affected the life of man as powerfully as that one solitary life, none will ever be found to disagree.
Posted by Richard Collins - Linen on the Hedgerow