Tuesday, November 15, 2011

And His Name is Jesus

He was born in an obscure village the child of a poor peasant.  He grew up in another village where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was 30.  Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher.  He never wrote a book, he never held an office, he never had a family or owned a home. He never led an army or traveled 200 miles from where he was born. He did none of the things that usually accomplish greatness. He had no credentials but himself and was 33 when the tide of public opinion turned against him.  His friends ran away, one even denied him and he was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves and while he was dying, his executioners gambled for his garments, the only property he had on earth.  When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend .  Twenty 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, all the kings that ever reigned put together  have not effected humanity on this earth as much as that one solitary life.” 

--Frank Turek  during a debate with atheist author Christopher Hitchens