A gentle reminder.

One Solitairy Life
He was born in a stable, in an obscure village,the child of a peasant woman.

He worked in a carpenters shop until he was thirty.

From there he travelled less than 200 miles.
He never wrote a book.

He never held office.

He never had a family or owned a home.

He did none of the things one associates with greatness.
He became a nomadic preacher.

He was only thirty-three when the tide of popular opinion turned against him.

He was betrayed by a close friend, and his other friends ran away.

He was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.

He was unjustly condemned to death, crucified on a cross between two thieves, on a hill overlooking the town dump.

And when dead, was laid in a borrowed grave, through the pity of a friend.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone, all the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat , and all the kings that ever reigned have not effected the life of man on this earth as that One Solitary Life.
He is the central figure of the human race, He is the Messiah, the Son of God, Jesus Christ.
Anon.