Here is a man born of Jewish parents, the child of a peasant woman. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never owned a home. He never had a family. He never set foot inside a big city. He never traveled 200 miles from the place he was born.

While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him. His friends ran away. One denied him. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. His executors gambled for the only piece of property he had on Earth; his coat. When he was dead, he was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through pity of a friend.

Nineteen long centuries have come and gone, and he is the centerpiece of the human race and the leader of the growth of progress. I am well within the mark if I say that all of the armies that have ever marched, and all of the navies ever built have not affected the life of humanity upon the earth as powerfully as that one solitary life.