One Solitary Life

One Solitary Life

There once was a baby who was born to a poor
family.  His father was a carpenter and never made
a lot of money.  His mother stayed at home and
raised her children. Just before His birth, His parents
had to move to a new town and start all over again. 
They knew no one there and didn't even have a place to
stay.  He was born in a stable because his parents had
no where else they could go.

Before He was two years old, his family had to flee the
country because the government believed that He
was a threat to national security.

After the old regime fell, His family was finally able
to return to their home.  Their home was a small, out of the
way, obscure village.  He lived there for about 25 years. 
In all His life, he never wrote a book, held a public office,
or attended a college.  He only helped his father in his work
as a carpenter.



At the age of thirty, He decided it was time to begin His own
work and He became an itinerant preacher.  He traveled
around the countryside on foot.  He never traveled
more than 200 miles from the place of His home.  He preached
and performed many miracles and had many, many followers.

His teachings had a lot of emphasis on love and forgiveness. 
He loved people for whom they were, not for what they
could do for Him, or how well they treated Him, or how
wealthy they were, or how much they tried to find favor with
Him.  He knew and understood all the motivations of their
hearts, and He still loved them and always told them
the total truth about everything.

After three years as a preacher, public opinion turned
against Him.  His close friends deserted Him, leaving Him to
suffer the mockery of a trial at the hands of His enemies.  He
was sentenced to death and was nailed to a cross between
two thieves.  As He was suffering and dying, His executioners
gambled for His robe ... the only possession He had on earth.

Twenty centuries have passed since His death, and today
He is still the central figure of the human race and the leader
of the column of progress.  Time is measured from His birth. 
All the armies that have ever marched, all the navies that have
ever sailed, all the kings that have ever reigned and all of
governments that have ever ruled, have not influenced the
life of one man upon this earth nearly as much as that
One Solitary Life. Author Unknown

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