I have always loved this piece of prose about the life of Jesus, and it has some great reminders for me about what may or may not be important to me in this life:
One Solitary Life
Original versions by Dr. James Allen Francis
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. Until He was thirty, He worked in a carpenter shop and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.
He wrote no books. He held no office. He never had a family or owned a home. He didn’t go to college. He never travelled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He had no credentials but Himself.
He never did any of the things that usually accompany greatness.
The authorities condemned His teachings. His friends deserted Him. One denied Him. One betrayed Him to His enemies for a paltry sum, the price of a slave. He went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, He became our sinless substitute. His body was laid in a borrowed tomb. Three days later, He was raised from the dead.
Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today, He is the central figure of the entire human race.
All the armies that ever marched,
All the navies that ever set sail,
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.
P.S. This card was created for some special family members, and has been entered in the Embellish Magazine Crochet Trim Colour Trends Challenge…this is the beautiful inspiration image that Tina Fussell put together for Embellish Magazine: