ONE SOLITARY LIFE

Jill Soto

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One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He worked in a carpentry shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was a wandering preacher.

He never owned a home. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.

When the tide of popular opinion turned against Him, His friends ran away. He was turned over to His enemies. He was tried and convicted. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave.

Yet all the armies that ever marched, and all the governments that ever sat, and all the King’s that ever reigned, had not affected life upon this earth as powerfully as that One Solitary Life. {Dr. James Allan Francis-1926}