a man who was born in an obscure village,
the child of a simple peasant woman.
He grew up in another obscure village.
Until he was thirty years of age,
he worked as a carpenter,
and for three years he was
He never held political office.
He never went to college.
He never set foot inside of a big city.
He never traveled more than 200 miles
from the place of his birth,
and where he did go, he usually walked.
He never did one of the things
that one usually associates with greatness,
he had no credentials but himself.
He had nothing to do with this world
except through the supreme power
the tide of popular opinion
Most of his friends ran away.
One of them even betrayed him
and turned him over to his enemies.
He went through the mockery of a trial
and was nailed to a wooden cross
his executioners gambled for
the only piece of property
that he had in this world,
he was taken down from the cross
and laid in a borrowed grave
have since come an d gone,
and today he is the centerpiece
the leader in the column of human progress.
I think that I am well within the mark
when I say that all the armies
ever sailed the seven seas,
all the legislative bodies that ever sat,
and all the kings that ever reigned,
have not affected the life of man on this earth
so powerfully as that one solitary life.