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 a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty.
He never wrote a book
He never held an office
He never went to college
He never visited a big city
He never travelled more than two hundred miles from the place where he was born
He did none of the things usually associated with greatness
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty three when the tide of public opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away
One of them denied him
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 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.
Nineteen centuries have come and gone
And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race
And the leader of mankind’s 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 ever reigned put together
Have not affected the life of mankind on earth as powerfully as that One Solitary Life.
(but attributed to Rev. James Allan Francis in a sermon delivered at the Baptist Young People’s Union Convention in Los Angeles on July 11 1926.)
同軛手記 – 短短的一生
(但是歸因於James Allan Francis牧師在1926年7月11日在洛杉磯舉行的浸信會青年助道會大會上的講道。）