Jesus

Born in an obscure village, the son of a peasant woman. He worked as a carpenter and then became an itinerant preacher. He never held an office, attended college, owned a home. He had no credentials but Himself. 

His friends ran away, He was turned over to enemies and nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing. He was laid in a borrowed grave.

Nineteen centuries have come and gone and today He is the central figure of the human race. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned have not affected the life of man on this earth as much as that

One Solitary Life.