The following was originally written by newspaper journalist Jim Bishop as a Christmas feature.
As a Christian, I find it just as compelling for Easter...
One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village.
The child of a peasant woman.
He grew up in another obscure village,
Where He worked in carpenter shop until He was 30.
Then for 3 years He was an itinerate preacher.
He never had a family or owned a home.
He never set foot in a big city.
He never traveled 200 miles from the place He was born.
While He was still a young man,
The tide of popular opinion turned against him
His friends deserted Him.
He was turned over to His enemies,
and went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross between 2 thieves.
While He was dying, His executioners
gambled for the only piece of property He had-His coat.
When He was dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave
Over two thousand years have passed,
and today He is the central figure for much of the human race.
All of the armies that ever marched and all the navies that ever sailed and all of the parliaments that ever sat
and all of the kings that ever reigned,
put together, have not affected the life
of man upon this earth as powerfully as this
"One Solitary Life"
With all due respect to the late Jim Bishop, he left out the most important part. That One Solitary Life
rose from the grave.
He is risen. He is risen indeed...
So glad the tomb is empty...