The anonymous poem ‘One Solitary Life’ reflects on the impact Jesus life had.
Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman.
He grew up in another village. He worked in a carpenters shop until He was thirty.
He never owned a home. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He
never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big
city. He never travelled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He never
While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him. His friends
ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went
through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves.
While He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He
had on earth – His coat. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave
Nineteen long centuries have come and gone, and today He is a centrepiece of the human race and leader of the column of progress.
I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, all the
navies that were ever built; all the parliaments that ever sat and all the kings that
powerfully as has that ONE SOLITARY LIFE!
Like the man facing the tanks at Tiananmen Square it encourages us that we can make a difference for good. As a Christian I believe that Jesus presence with us gives all who believe the strength to do this.
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