Every year during the Advent season, as we journey toward Christmas and
the day chosen to celebrate the birth of God into human history, I love to read a composition by an unknown writer called, One Solitary Life. It is
very popular and you've probably read it, too.
It speaks about Jesus and of his condition in life and of His ultimate
influence. I would like to share it here
because one more time, it has touched my heart.
Maybe it will touch your heart, too.
Merry Chistmas!
Rick
One Solitary Life.
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in still another 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 had a family or owned a house.
He didn’t go to college.
He never traveled 200 miles from the place where he was born.
He did none of these things one usually associates with greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only 33 when 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 two thieves.When he was dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing, the only property he had on earth. When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today he is the central figure of the human race, the leader of mankind’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 earth as much as that One Solitary Life.
