Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the
knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord.
II Peter 1:2
One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village,
the child of a peasant woman.
He grew up in still another village
where He worked in a carpenter shop
until He was thirty.
Then for three years,
He was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He didn't go to college.
He never visited a big city.
He never travelled two hundred miles
from the place where He was born.
He did none of the things
as one usually associated with greatness.
He had no credentials but Himself.
He was only thirty-three when the tide
of public opinion 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.
When He was dead,
He was laid in a borrowed grave
through the pity of a friend.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone
and today He is the central figure
of the human race
and the leader of mankind's progress.
All the Armies that ever marched,
all the Navies that ever sailed,
all the Parliaments that ever sat,
all the Kings that ever reigned put together
have not affected the life of man on earth
as much as that
One Solitary Life.
~ Author Unknown ~
Artwork showcased on this set from the artwork of Greg