One Solitary Life.
HERE IS A YOUNG MAN
who was born in an obscure village,
the child of a peasant woman.
He worked in a carpenter's 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 owned a home.
He never had a family,
he did none of those things we normally associate with greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
WHILE HE WAS STILL A YOUNG MAN,
the tide of public opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away.
He was turned over to his enemies.
He went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
While he was dying his executioners gambled
for the only piece of property he had on earth,
and that was his coat.
When he was dead he was laid in a borrowed tomb
through the pity of a friend.
TWENTY CENTURIES HAVE COME AND GONE,
and today he is the central figure of the human race,
and the leader of the column of progress.
All the armies that ever marched,
all the nations that ever sailed,
all the parliaments that ever sat,
all the kings that ever reigned, put together,
have not affected the life of man upon this earth as has that
ONE SOLITARY LIFE.
Author unknown.
