A Solitary Life

    Hello everyone. I hope that as you read this it finds you in great health and good spirit. As for me always blessed no matter what goes on in my life.. Fanily is great and all are healthy. Can't ask for more than that.
   The other day as I was commuting on my bus, I decided to read a book that I had in my closet for a while just never picked it up. As I read through it , I discover a lot of big name people like, Rockefeller, Hershey, Woolworth and Heinz were big christian believers and givers. They donated a lot to their churches.... As I went through the stories I ran into one that actually had me in tears. ( Really in tears ,,, no lie) You can say I am very emotional at times... We measure greatness by the things that we have and the things we accomplish. What impact are we really doing for society to remember us by... If you leave this earth today , what would your eulogy sound like... What will people say about the kind of person that you were??? I had to research this for myself and examine the kind of person that I am and the one I want to be remember as. With all that being said I want to share with you one specific story about a person who has a left a big difference in this life......


           "One Solitary Life"
 He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village, where he worked in a carpenter's shop until he was thirty. Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book. He never held office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn't go to college. He never visited a big city. He never travelled two hundred miles from the place he was born.
He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against him. His friends ran away.
He was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross between twon thieves. While he was dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing, the only property  he had on earth. When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend..
Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today he is the central figure of the 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 this earth as much as that one solitary life.......         Jesus Christ