A child is born in an obscure village. He is brought up in another obscure village. He works in a carpenter shop until He is thirty, and then for three brief years is an itinerant preacher, proclaiming a message and living a life. He never writes a book. He never holds an office. He never owns a home. He never goes to college. He never travels two hundred miles from the place where he was born. He gathers a little group of friends about Him and teaches them his way of life.
While still a young man the tide of popular opinion turns against Him. The band of followers forsakes Him. One denies Him, another betrays Him. He is turned over to His enemies. He goes through the mockery of a trial; He is nailed to a cross between two thieves, and when dead is laid in a borrowed grave by the kindness of a friend. He rises from the dead.
Those are the facts of His human life. Today as we look back across nineteen hundred years and ask, what kind of trail has He left across the centuries? When we try to sum up His influence, all the armies that ever marched, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned are absolutely picayune in their influence on mankind compared with that of ONE SOLITARY LIFE. [Attributed to James Allen Francis, Tullylish Parish Church, Co. Down, N.I. about five miles from the writer’s previous church in Tandragee, County Armagh, Northern Ireland].