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
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
While still a young man,
the tide of popular opinion turned against Him
He was turned over to His enemies
And went through the mockery of a trial
His friends ran away
One of them denied Him
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
While dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing
The only property He had on earth
He died on Good Friday…
When He was dead
He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend
Such was His human life
He rose from the dead at Easter day!
Many 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 this one solitary life
Dr James Allan Francis