One Solitary LifeOriginal versions by Dr. James Allen Francis
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. Until He was thirty, He worked in a carpenter shop and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.
He wrote no books. He held no office. He never had a family or owned a home. He didn't go to college. He never travelled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He had no credentials but Himself.
He never did any of the things that usually accompany greatness.
The authorities condemned His teachings. His friends deserted Him. One denied Him. One betrayed Him to His enemies for a paltry sum, the price of a slave. He went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, He became our sinless substitute. His body was laid in a borrowed tomb. Three days later, He was raised from the dead.
Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today, He is the central figure of the entire human race.
All the armies that ever marched,
All the navies that ever set sail,
All the parliaments that ever sat,
And all the kings that ever reigned,
Have not affected the life of Man on this Earth as much as that
One solitary life
I hope that you found time this weekend to celebrate the death and resurection of Jesus and to ponder the freedom and new life that his sinless death allowed us!
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