He grew up in still another village where he worked in a carpenter's shop
until he was thirty.
He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty-three when public opinion turned against him.
He was turned over to his enemies and was crucified.
When he was dead he was laid in a borrowed grave.
Nineteen centuries have passed, and today he is the central figure of the human race.
No one has affected the life of man on earth as much as that
One Solitary Life.