One Solitary Life

     "Here is a man who was born of Jewish parents, the child of a peasant woman...He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never owned a home. He never went to college. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where he was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but himself....

     While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away. One of them denied him....He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property he had on earth...his coat. When he was dead, he was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave, though the pity of a friend.

     Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone, and he is the centerpiece of the human race and the leader of the column of progress. I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that were ever built...have not affected the life of man upon earth as powerfully as has that One Solitary Life."
                -(Anon., altered, dm.)