 Here is a 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 had no credentials but Himself. Whilst still
a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends - the twelve men who had learned so much from Him, and had promised Him their
enduring loyalty - ran away and left Him. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves; when He was dead, He was taken
down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Yet I am well within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as has this one solitary life. |
