While thinking about christmas and its significance for people who believe in it all over the world, I couldn’t help but wonder how the life of one man meant so much to many. I found a piece written by Dr. James Allan Francis titled One Solitary Life and I would like to share this with you. Because I believe it captures the essence of christmas which we now celebrate.
Dr. James Allan Francis wrote One Solitary Life during the early 1900s. Many variations have appeared in many places and you might have read one before. The following is by James Francis:
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. Until He was thirty, He worked in a carpenter shop and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He wrote no books. He held no office. He never owned a home. He was never in a big city.
He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He never did any of the things that usually accompany greatness. The authorities condemned His teachings. His friends deserted Him. One betrayed Him to His enemies 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 the only piece of property He owned on earth: His coat. When He was dead He was taken down and placed in a borrowed grave.
Nineteen 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 ever assembled and all the parliaments that ever sat and all the rulers that ever reigned – combined – have not affected the life of man upon this earth so profoundly as that One Solitary Life.
– by James Allan Francis