Post by follower on Apr 23, 2006 4:57:52 GMT -5
The Unique Christ.
Almost twenty centuries ago there was a Man born ? contrary to the laws of life. His death was contrary to the laws of death. He lived in poverty; He possessed neither wealth nor social prestige.
In infancy He startled a king; in childbirth He puzzled learned ones; in manhood He ruled the course of nature, walked upon the billows as pavements, and hushed the raging sea to sleep.
He had no cornfields or fisheries, but He could spread a table for five thousand and have bread and fish to spare.
He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for His service.
He never wrote a book, and yet all the libraries of the country could not hold the books that have been written about Him.
He never wrote a song and yet He has furnished the theme for more songs than all the songwriters combined.
He never founded a college, but all the schools put together cannot boast of having so many students.
He never marshaled an army, nor drafted a soldier, nor fired a gun; and yet no leader ever had more volunteers, who have under His orders, made more rebels stack arms and surrender without a shot being fired.
He never practiced psychiatry, and yet He healed more broken hearts than all the doctors near and far.
When He died few men mourned, but a black crepe was hung over the sun. Though men trembled not for their sins, the earth beneath them shook under the load. All nature honoured Him. Corruption could not get hold of His body. The soil that had been reddened with His blood could not claim His dust.
Once each week the wheels of commerce and industry cease their turning and multitudes wend their way to worshipping assemblies to pay their homage and respect to Him.
The names of past proud statesmen have come and gone. The names of past scientists and philosophers have come and gone, but the name of this Man abounds more and more. Though time has spread nearly 2,000 years between the people of this generation and the scene of His crucifixion, yet He still lives. Herod, could not destroy Him, and the grave could not hold Him.
He stands forth upon the highest pinnacle of heavenly glory, proclaimed by God, acknowledged by angels, adored by saints, and feared by demons, as the living, personal Christ, our Lord and Saviour.
Was it merely the son of Joseph and Mary who crossed the world's horizon almost 2,000 years ago? Was it merely human blood that was spilt at Calvary's Hill for the redemption of sinner’s?
Like Thomas, could anyone in their ?right mind keep from exclaiming: "My Lord and My God."
Of course there are plenty who do not wish to recognise Jesus for who He was and is. But I am so thankful I that I can fully recognise Him as my Saviour.
Almost twenty centuries ago there was a Man born ? contrary to the laws of life. His death was contrary to the laws of death. He lived in poverty; He possessed neither wealth nor social prestige.
In infancy He startled a king; in childbirth He puzzled learned ones; in manhood He ruled the course of nature, walked upon the billows as pavements, and hushed the raging sea to sleep.
He had no cornfields or fisheries, but He could spread a table for five thousand and have bread and fish to spare.
He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for His service.
He never wrote a book, and yet all the libraries of the country could not hold the books that have been written about Him.
He never wrote a song and yet He has furnished the theme for more songs than all the songwriters combined.
He never founded a college, but all the schools put together cannot boast of having so many students.
He never marshaled an army, nor drafted a soldier, nor fired a gun; and yet no leader ever had more volunteers, who have under His orders, made more rebels stack arms and surrender without a shot being fired.
He never practiced psychiatry, and yet He healed more broken hearts than all the doctors near and far.
When He died few men mourned, but a black crepe was hung over the sun. Though men trembled not for their sins, the earth beneath them shook under the load. All nature honoured Him. Corruption could not get hold of His body. The soil that had been reddened with His blood could not claim His dust.
Once each week the wheels of commerce and industry cease their turning and multitudes wend their way to worshipping assemblies to pay their homage and respect to Him.
The names of past proud statesmen have come and gone. The names of past scientists and philosophers have come and gone, but the name of this Man abounds more and more. Though time has spread nearly 2,000 years between the people of this generation and the scene of His crucifixion, yet He still lives. Herod, could not destroy Him, and the grave could not hold Him.
He stands forth upon the highest pinnacle of heavenly glory, proclaimed by God, acknowledged by angels, adored by saints, and feared by demons, as the living, personal Christ, our Lord and Saviour.
Was it merely the son of Joseph and Mary who crossed the world's horizon almost 2,000 years ago? Was it merely human blood that was spilt at Calvary's Hill for the redemption of sinner’s?
Like Thomas, could anyone in their ?right mind keep from exclaiming: "My Lord and My God."
Of course there are plenty who do not wish to recognise Jesus for who He was and is. But I am so thankful I that I can fully recognise Him as my Saviour.
