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He
was born in an obscure village.
He worked in a carpenter shop until He was 30.
He then became an itinerant preacher.
He never held an office.
He never had a family or owned a house.
He didn't go to college. He had no
credentials but Himself.
He was only 33 when the public turned against
Him.
His friends ran away.
He was turned over to His enemies and
went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
While He was dying, His executioners
gambled for His clothing,
the only property He had on earth.
He was laid in a borrowed grave.
Twenty centuries have come and gone,
and today He is the central figure of the human race.
All the armies that ever marched, all the
navies that ever sailed,
all the parliaments that ever sat, and
all the kings that ever reigned,
have not affected the life of man on this earth
as much as that One Solitary Life. --Author
Unknown
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