This was originally a sermon written by Dr James Allan Francis in 1926. It has since become shorter and tweaked by various people and from an anonymous source.
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. 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 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.