He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He never owned a home.
He never had a family.
He never went to college.
He never put his foot inside a big city.
He never traveled 200 miles from the place where he was born.
He never did any of the things that usually accompany greatness.

While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away from him.
He was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial.
His executioners gambled for the only piece of property he had – his coat.
When he was dead, he was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave.

All the armies that have ever marched,
All of the navies that were ever built,
All the parliaments that ever sat,
And all of the kings that ever reigned put together,
Have not affected the life of man upon the earth

As this One Solitary Life.