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He was born in an obscure village, He worked in a carpenter shop until He was 30, 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. He was only 33 when the public turned against Him. His
friends ran away. He was turned
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 the earth. He was laid in a borrowed grave. Nineteen 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 lives of people on this earth as much as that Author Unkown
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