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One
Solitary Life
Submitted by Donald E. Shores
Deaf son of Katherine L.
Shores
One . . .
He was born in an obscure
village.
Solitary
. . .He
worked in a carpenter shop
Life . . .
until He was thirty.
He then became
an itinerant preacher. He never held an office. He
never had a
family or owned a house. He didn’t go to
college. He had
no credentials but himself. He was only
thirty-three
when the public turned against him. His
friends ran
away. He was turned over to his enemies and
went through
the mockery of a trail. He was nailed to a
cross between
two thieves. While He was dying, his
executioners
gambled for his clothing, the only property
he had on
earth. He was laid in a borrowed grave. Nine-
teen centuries
have come and gone, and today he is the
central figure
of the human race. All the armies that ever
marched, all
the navies that ever sailed, 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.
email:
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