His family was inconspicuous and uninfluential. In infancy He startled a king. As a boy He stunned theologians with His knowledge and wisdom, for He was taught of God.

In manhood He ruled the elements and quieted the raging sea. He healed the multitudes without medicine, and fed thousands from a boy's lunch. Even demons obeyed Him and He gave back life to those who died.

He never wrote a book, yet none of the libraries of the world could contain the books that have been written about Him.

He never wrote a song, yet He has furnished the theme of more songs than all song writers combined.

He was born in a supernatural way, lived in poverty, and was reared in obscurity. He had neither wealth nor influence, yet the wisdom of men has never matched His wisdom. Never has a man spoken like this man.

He never founded a college, yet all the colleges together cannot boast of as many students as He has. 

He never marshaled an army yet no leader ever had more volunteers.

Great men have come and gone, yet He lives on.

Herod could not kill Him. satan could not tempt Him to sin. Death could not destroy Him. The grave could not hold Him.

He laid aside His purple robe for a peasant's gown. He was rich, yet for our sakes He became poor. He slept in another's manger;  He rode another's donkey; He was buried in another's grave.

He conquered death and rose on the third day as He said He would. He ascended into heaven and is now at the right hand of the throne of God.

One day He will return with power and great glory to judge the world when every knee shall bow to Him and every tongue shall confess Him as Lord -- His friends gladly, but His enemies seeking for a place to hide from His face.