A little something for those celebrating Christmas

I just thought I'd share a story that many of you are very familiar with.

He was born in an obscure village, the son of a peasant woman.

He grew up in another obscure village where 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 had a family.

He never owned a house.

He never went to college.

He never visited a big city.

He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born.

He did none of the things one normally associates with greatness.

He had no credentials but Himself.

He was only thirty-three when the tide of popular opinion 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 upon a cross between two thieves.

While 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 Jesus is a central figure of the human race, the leader of mankinds progress.

All the armies that have ever marched

    All the navies that have ever sailed

        All the parliaments that have ever sat

            All the kings that have ever reigned

                                                                put together

Have not affected the life of mankind on this earth as much as that...

                       ONE SOLITARY LIFE

Just a thought.