This past Sunday afternoon at the Community Christmas Concert, “One Solitary Life,” by Danny Hahlbohm was read. I was struck again by its power. Here is a shortened version:
“Nearly two thousand years ago in an obscure village, a child was born of a peasant woman. He worked as a carpenter until he was thirty. Then for three years He became an itinerant preacher… He never wrote a book. He never held a public office. He never put His foot inside a big city nor traveled even 200 miles from His birthplace. And though he never did any of the things that usually accompany greatness, throngs of people followed Him. He had no credentials but Himself. Two thousand years have come and gone and today Jesus Christ is the central figure of the human race. On our calendars His birth divides history in two eras. This one man’s life has furnished the theme for more songs, books, poems and paintings than any other person or event in history. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the governments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned have not changed the course of history as much as this One Solitary Life.”