His birth was contrary to the laws of life, His death was contrary to the laws of death. He had no cornfields or fisheries but He could spread a table for five thousand and have bread and fish to spare. He walked on no beautiful carpets or velvet rugs, but He walked on the waters of the Sea of Galilee and they supported Him.
When He died few men mourned Him, 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. Sinners alone rejected Him. Corruption could not get hold of His body. The soil that had been reddened with His blood could not claim His dust.
Three years He preached His gospel. He wrote no book, built no church house, had no monetary backing. But after over twenty hundred years, He is the one central character of human history, the Pivot around which the events of the ages revolve, and the only Regenerator of the Human Race.
Was it merely the Son of Joseph and Mary, who crossed the world's horizon twenty hundred years ago? Was it merely human blood that was spilled on Calvary's Hill for the redemption of sinners? What thinking man can keep from exclaiming: "My Lord and My God!"
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