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He was born in an obscure village The son of a peasant woman. He toiled in a carpenters shop until he was 30. He then became an itinerant preacher. He never went to college or university. He never owned a home or had a family. He never did anything one usually associates with greatness. At the age of 32 His closest friends denied him. He went through the mockery of a trial and was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He was dying His executioners gambled for the only thing He owned on the face of this earth, His robe. It was only through the pity of a friend that He was laid to rest in a borrowed grave. But He did not stay there. On the third day He rose. And today He is the central figure of the human race. 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, since time began have not effected life on the face of this earth as much as that... One Solitary Life. This essay was adapted from a sermon by Dr James Allan Francis in “The Real Jesus and Other Sermons” © 1926 by the Judson Press of Philadelphia font>
(pp 123-124 titled “Arise Sir Knight!”).
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