One Solitary Life

Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman….He never owned a home.  He never wrote a book. He never held an office.  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 He was born….when He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.  Nineteen long centuries have come and gone, and today He is a center piece of the human race and leader of the column of progress.  I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, all the navies that were ever built, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the king that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that one solitary life.

David Jeremiah, Signs of Life, p. 156