***** ONE SOLITARY LIFE ****

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He worked in a carpenter's shop until he was thirty. Then for three years he was an itineant Preacher.

He never wrote a book.
He never held an office; He never had a family of owned a house. He didn't go to college. He never visited a big city. He never travelled two hundred miles from the place where he was born. He had no credentials but himself.


He was only thirty-three when the tide of popular, opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. Another betrayed Him. 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. When He died, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Over Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of Human race and the leader of mankind's progress.
All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the Kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on earth as much as that ONE SOLITARY LIFE!!!


MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR...... REMEMBER HE IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!!!