He grew up in still another village
where he worked in a carpentener
shop untill he was thirty.
He did none of the things one usually
associates with greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty-three when public
opinion turned against him.
He was turned over to his enemies
and was crucified.
When he was dead he was laid in
a borrowed grave.
Twenty centuries have passed and
today he is the central figure
of the human race.
No One has affected the life of man
on earth as much as that
ONE SOLITARY LIFE
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