More than 1900 years ago there was Man born contrary to the laws of life. This Man lived in poverty and was reared in obscurity. Only once did he cross the boundary of the country in which he lived, during his exile in childhood. In infancy he frightened a king; in childhood he amazed the scholars; in manhood he ruled the course of Nature, walking upon the billows as if on pavement, and hushed the sea to sleep.

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 song writers combined. He never founded a college, but all the schools put together cannot boast of having as many students.

The names of the past statesmen of Greece and Rome have come and gone. The names of the past scientists, philosophers and theologians have come and gone. But the name of this Man abounds more and more.

Though time has spread many 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 of God, worshiped by angels, adored by saints, our only source of joy: the living Christ, our Lord, our Savior, and our King.