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| ��� He is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.� He grew up in another village.� He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.� He never wrote a book.� He never held office. He never owned a home.� He never set foot inside a big city.� He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born.� He had no credentials but Himself. While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him, His friends ran away.� One of them denied him.� He was turned over to His enemies.� He went through the mockery of a trial.� He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying~~~and that was His coat.� When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Centuries have come and gone and today He is the centerpiece of the human race and the leader of progress.� I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the� navies that ever were built, and all the parliaments that even sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together have not affected the� life of man upon this earth as powerfully as that One Solitary Life. |
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