All of us at ZMR would like to take this time to wish you and your family the Christmas season’s joys and wonders. We are so grateful for your friendship and patronage. Below is one of our favorite reminders of what, and particularly who, the Christmas Season is all about.
The Zion Mountain Ranch Family
One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant. He grew
up in another village, where he worked in a carpenter shop until he
was 30. Then, for three years, he was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a
family or owned a home. He didn’t go to college. He never lived in
a big city. He never traveled 200 miles from the place where he was
born. He did none of the things that usually accompany greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only 33 when the tide of public opinion turned against him.
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 he was dying, his
executioners gambled for his garments, the only property he had on
earth. When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave, through
the pity of a friend.
Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today he is the central
figure of the human race. I am well within the mark when I say that
all the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed,
all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever
reigned–put together–have not affected the life of man on this
earth as much as that one, solitary life.
* Attributed to James Allen Francis.