One Solitary Life

One Solitary Life

Author Unknown                                                                                       14.09.2023

Who was he? This young man was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.

He grew up in another village. 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 owned a home. He never had a family. He never went to college.

He never put his foot inside a big city. He never travelled 200 miles from the place where he was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but himself.

While he was still a young man the tide of public opinion turned against him (if he were alive today, he would have been the victim of ‘cancel culture’). 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 grave through the pity of a friend.

Twenty centuries wide have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race and the leader of the column of progress.

I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies of the world that ever marched, and all the navies that have sailed, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings and presidents that ever ruled, put together, have not affected every human person on earth as has that ONE SOLITARY LIFE.