Eva Posted December 17, 2008 Report Share Posted December 17, 2008 One Solitary LifeJames A Francis, 1926 He was born in an obscure village, The child of a peasant woman. He grew up in yet another obscure village where 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 had a family, He never owned a house, He never when to college, He never visited a big city, He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He was only thirty-three when the tide of popular 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 on a cross between two thieves. While He was dying His executioners gambled for Hid 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. Twenty centuries have come and gone and today Jesus is the central figure of the human race, the leader of mankind's progress. All the armies that have marched, All the navies that have sailed, All the parliaments that have ever sat, All the kings that have ever reigned put together, Have not affected the life of mankind as much as that ONE SOLITARY LIFE. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BasinOzson Posted December 17, 2008 Report Share Posted December 17, 2008 Thanks for sharing!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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