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ONE
SOLITARY LIFE
"He
was born in an obscure
village, the child of
a peasant woman. He
grew up, though, in
another village. He
worked in a carpenter
shop until age thirty,
and then traveled for
three years as an iterant
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 traveled more
than two hundred miles
from the place He was
born.
He never did any 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. His friends deserted
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 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 kindness
of a friend.
Twenty
centuries have come
and gone, and today
He is still the central
figure of the human
race and the leader
of mankind's progress.
All
the armies that have
ever marched, and the
navies that have ever
set sail, all the rulers
that have ever ruled,
and all the kings that
have ever reigned, all
put together…
Have not affected the
life of man upon this
earth as much as the
.
ONE
SOLITARY LIFE…
JESUS.
-Anonymous
Rejoice
in the Lord Always!
Dario
Ferko
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