Almost two thousand years ago there
was a Man born contrary to the laws of life.
This Man lived in poverty and
was reared in obscurity.
He did not travel extensively.
 Only once did He cross the boundary of the country
in which He lived; that was during His childhood exile.

He possessed neither wealth nor influence.
His relatives were inconspicuous,
and had neither training nor formal education.
 In infancy He startled a king;
in childhood He puzzled doctors;
in manhood He ruled the course of nature,
walked upon the billows as if pavement,
and hushed the sea to sleep.

He healed the multitudes without medicine
and made no charge for His service.

He never wrote a book,
 and yet all the libraries of the country could not
 hold the books that have been written about him.

He never wrote a song and yet He has furnished
the theme for more than all the songwriters combined.
He never founded a college, but all the schools put
together cannot boast of having as many students.
He never practiced medicine, and yet He has healed
more broken hearts than all the doctors far and near.
 
Every seventh day the wheels of commerce
cease their turning and multitudes wend their way
 to worshiping assemblies to pay homage and respect to Him.

The names of the past proud statesman of
Greece and Rome have come and gone.
The names of past scientists, philosophers,
and theologians have come and gone;
 but the name of the Man abounds more and more.
Though time has spread two thousand years between
the people of this generation and the scene of His crucifixion,
 yet He still lives.

Herod could not destroy Him,
and the grave could not hold Him.

He stands in heavenly glory,
proclaimed of God, as the living,
personal Christ, our Lord and Savior.
 

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