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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 30.

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 more than 200 miles

from the place He was born.

He had no credentials but Himself.

He was only 33

when public opinion turned against Him.

His friends deserted Him.

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 humankind'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.

(James A. Francis)