He was born in an obscure village
the child of a peasant woman;
he grew up in another obscure village
where he worked in a carpenter shop
until he was thirty when public opinion turned against him.
He never wrote a book,
he never held an office,
he never went to college,
he never visited a big city;
He never travelled more than two hundred miles
from the place where he was born.
He did none of the things
usually associated with greatness;
He had no credentials but himself
He was only thirty three.
His friends ran away;
One of them denied him.
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 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 Jesus is the central figure of the human race
and the leader of mankind’s progress.
All the armies that have ever marched;
all the navies that have ever sailed;
all the parliaments that have ever sat;
all the kings that ever reigned put together
have not affected the life of mankind on earth
as powerfully as that one solitary – extra–ordinary – life.
Dr James Allan Francis © 1926.
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