Isang pagmuni-muni para sa darating na Holy Week.

He was born in an obscure village
The child of a peasant woman
He grew up in another obscure village
Where he worked in a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty

He never wrote a book
He never held an office
He never went to college
He never visited a big city
He never travelled more than two hundred miles
From the place where he was born
He did none of the things
Usually associated with greatness
He had no credentials but himself

He was only thirty three
His friends ran away
One of them denied him
He was turned over to his enemies
And went through the mockery of a trial
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
While dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing
The only property he had on earth

When he was dead
He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend

Nineteen centuries have come and gone
And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race
And the leader of mankind’s progress
All the armies that have ever marched
All the navies that have ever sailed
All the parliaments that have ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned put together
Have not affected the life of mankind on earth
As powerfully as that one solitary life

by Dr. James Allan Francis


“In this life we cannot always do great things. But we can do small things with great love.”

“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.”

– Mother Teresa


4 thoughts on “One Solitary Life

    1. Good morning din po. Aba at ang aga naman mag-visit ng bakasyonista. Salamat.

      Ah mahabang istorya ang pagkakabago ng tema ng bloghay ko pero mukhang tama ka…maliwanag ang buhay…haha.

      Iistorya ko sa iyo mamya at may kasalanan ako sa iyo.

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