One Solitary Life

Soul Snack 60/12 ... One Solitary Life#

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. Until He was thirty He worked in a carpentry shop and then for three years He was an itinerant pracher. He wrote no books. He held no office. He never owned a home. He was never in a big city. He never travelled more than two hundred miles from the place of His birth. He never did any of things that usually accompany greatness. The authorities condemned His teachungs. His friends deserted Him. One betrayed Him for a paltry sum. One denied Him. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed on a cross between two thieves. While He was dying His executioners gambled for His only piece of property He owned on earth - His coat. When He was dead He was taken down and placed in a borrowed grave.

Twenty centuries have come and gone, yet today He is the crowning glory of the human race, the adored leader of hundreds of millions of the earth's inhabitants.

All the armies that ever marched and all the navies that were assembled and all the parliaments that ever sat and all the rulers that ever reigned - combined - have not affected the life of man upon earth so profoundly as that ... One Solitary Life.

at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
   in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
   to the glory of God the Father. (Phil 2:10-11)

A head lowered, a knee bent and a back stooped can only ever be the knowing response.

Repentance on the lips, devotion in the heart and thankfulness upon the soul is now the attitude to life.

Today's Soul Snippet:

"If we have a shallow view of our sin we will also have a shallow of our rescue." Anon

# 'One Solitary Life' is an oldish anonymous writing that surely carries the timeless quality of inspiration.