He was born contrary to the laws of nature, lived in poverty, reared in obscurity, only crossed the boundary of the land once in childhood. He had neither wealth nor influence, and neither training nor education. His relatives were inconspicuous and insignificant. In infancy, he startled a king; in boyhood, he puzzled the doctors; in manhood, he ruled the course of nature.
He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for his service. He never wrote a book, yet all the libraries of the country could not hold the books that have been written about him. He never wrote a song, yet he has furnished the theme of songs more than the all the songwriters combined. He never founded a college, yet all the schools together cannot boast of as many students as he has. He never practiced medicine, and yet he healed more broken hearts than the doctors’ broken bodies.
He never marshaled an army, drafted a soldier, nor fired a gun. Yet no leader ever made more volunteers, who under his orders made rebels stack arms and surrender without a shot being fired. He laid aside the purple robe for a peasant’s gown. He was rich, yet for our sake he became poor. He slept in another’s place, He cruised the lake in another’s boat. He rode on another man’s donkey. He was buried in another man’s tomb.
Great men have come and gone, yet He lives on. Herod could not kill him. Satan could not seduce him. Death could not destroy him and the grave could not hold him! All failed, but he never will. The ever-perfect One, the chief among the thousand; He is our Savior and Lord! And it’s all about Him–Jesus!
Author: Unknown; This has been also used under the title: “One Solitary Life”