31 Days of Christmas – Day #27

One Solitary Life

Born in an obscure village, He was the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village, where He lived in poverty, was reared in obscurity, and worked in a carpenter shop until He was 30.
Then for 3 years, He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn’t go to college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled 200 miles from the place where He was born. He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.
He was only 33 when the tide of public opinion 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 2 thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property He had on earth. When He died, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race and the leader of humankind’s progress.
All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on this earth as much as that One Solitary Life.