He was born in an obscure village. He worked in a carpentry shop until he was 30. He then became in itinerant preacher. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn't go to college. He had no credentials but Himself. He was only 33 years old when the public turned against Him.
His friends ran away. 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 His clothing, the only property He had on earth. He was laid in a borrowed grave.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone and today He is the figure of the human race All the armies that have ever marched, all the navies that have ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat and all the kings that have ever reigned have not affected the life of man on this earth as much as this One Solitary Life.
---Taken from Thoughts of Others written by J. Key Powell
Let us celebrate this One Solitary Life and remember that He is the true meaning of the season!
May you all have a wonderful and blessed holiday!
"She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins." Matthew 1:21
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