Almost 2000 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 infulence. 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 pavements, and hushed the sea to sleep.
He healed the multiudes 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 near and far.
Every 7th day the wheels of commerce cease their turning and multiudes 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 2000 years between the people of this generation and the scene of His crucifixion, yet He lives.
Herod could not destry Him, and the grave could not hold Him.
I know whom I have believed.
What about you?
