One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in an obscure village where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty.
Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He never traveled, except in his infancy, more than two hundred miles from the place where he was born.
He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness.
He was only 33 when the tide of public opinion turned against him.
He was turned over to his enemies and went through a mockery of a trial.
He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves.
When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave.
But nothing could keep him in that grave.
Three days later He arose!
Twenty 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 monarchs that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of all mankind as powerfully as has this one solitary man.
- author unknown