He was born in an obscure village.
He worked in a carpenter shop until he was about thirty.
He then became an 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.
After preaching for three years,
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.
Twenty centuries have come and gone, and
Today He is the central figure of the human race.
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 affected the life of man on the earth
As much as that One Solitary Life