One Solitary Life
              Here was a man who was born in an obscure village
              the child of a peasant woman.  He grew up in another
              obscure village where he worked in a carpenter's 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 owned a home, He never had a
              family.  He never went to college,  He never put his foot
              inside a big city,  He never traveled  two hundred miles
              from the place where He was born.  He never did  one
              thing that usually accompanys greatness.  He had no
              credentials but himself.  He had nothing to do with the
              world except the naked power of his divine manhood.
              While still a young man, the tide of public opinion
              turned against him.  His friends ran away.  One of them
              even denied knowing him.

              He was turned over to his enemies.  He went thru the
              mockery of a trial, and was nailed to a cross between two
              thieves.  His executioners gambled for the only piece of
              property  He had on earth while he lay dying..His coat.
              When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed
              grave thru the pity of a friend.

              Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is
              the centerpiece of the human race, and the leader of the
              column 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 ever sat,
              all the kings that ever reigned, put together have not
              affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has
              THAT ONE SOLITARY LIFE...