One Solitary Life

Wise men still seek Him...


Here is a young man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure 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 an office.

He never owned a home. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never set foot inside a big city. He never travelled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He never did any of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.

He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His divine manhood. 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.

While He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth, 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.

Twenty wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the centerpiece of the human race, 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, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth so profoundly as that One Solitary Life.

` Dr. James A. Francis

Dearest friends, I may not be able to blog again until after Christmas. If this is my last post to you before then, may I wish you a wonderful celebration. May it be full of laughter, warm memories shared, love expressed and gratitude for the wonderful good news that our Savior was born.

God bless you now and always,
Elizabeth