He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village. He worked in a carpenters’ shop until He was thirty. Then for three year He was an itinerant preacher.
He never owned a home. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never traveled more than two hundred miles from the place He was born.
He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself…
While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. While He was dying His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth–His coat. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Nineteen long centuries have come and gone, and today He is a centerpiece of the human race.
All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed; all the parliaments that ever sat and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as that one solitary life…..
Altar Guild Consulla Hamilton, Elaine Crow
Ushers George Brown, Robert Fowler, Hubert Meggs, Dean Moore
Crucifer Joey Jones
Acolyte Thomas Jones
Nursery SS & W Jessica Smith, Carolyn Wallace