He shall be like a tree planted by the RIVERS OF WATER, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper...Ps 1:3
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
One Solitary Life
There once was a baby who was born to a poor family. His father was acarpenter and never made a lot of money. His mother stayed at home andraised her children.Just before His birth, His parents had to move to a new town and start allover again. They knew no one there and didn't even have a place to stay. Hewas born in a stable because his parents had no where else they could go.Before He was two years old, his family had to flee the country because thegovernment believed that He was a threat to national security.After the old regime fell, His family was finally able to return to theirhome. Their home was a small, out of the way, obscure village. He livedthere for about 25 years. In all His life, he never wrote a book, held apublic office, or attended a college. He only helped his father in his workas a carpenter.At the age of thirty, He decided it was time to b egin His own work and Hebecame an itinerant preacher. He traveled around the countryside on foot. Henever traveled more than 200 miles from the place of His home. He preachedand performed many miracles and had many, many followers.His teachings had a lot of emphasis on love and forgiveness. He loved peoplefor whom they were, not for what they could do for Him, or how well theytreated Him, or how wealthy they were, or how much they tried to find favorwith Him. He knew and understood all the motivations of their hearts, and Hestill loved them and always told them the total truth about everything.After three years as a preacher, public opinion turned against Him. Hisclose friends deserted Him, leaving Him to suffer the mockery of a trial atthe hands of His enemies. He was sentenced to death and was nailed to across between two thieves. As He was suffering and dying, His executionersgambled for His robe ... the only possession He had on earth.Twenty centuries have passed since His death, and today He is still thecentral figure of the human race and the leader of the column of progress.Time is measured from His birth. All the armies that have ever marched, allthe navies that have ever sailed, all the kings that have ever reigned andall of governments that have ever ruled, have not influenced the life of oneman upon this earth nearly as much as that One Solitary Life.
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