For Christmas this year, the 1950s are temporarily a distant
memory. Modern GE's & SD70s (in heritage schemes) are center stage with all
the holiday and specialty cars on parade.
In Camden northbound and southbound freights flash by.
In Woodbury, south Barber avenue offers an up-close view of
freight cars that appear only once a year.
One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant
woman.
He grew up in another obscure village where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty.
He never wrote a book,
He never held an office,
He never went to college,
He never visited a big city,
He never travelled more than two hundred miles from the place where he was born,
He did none of the things usually associated with greatness ,
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty three, his friends ran away.
One of them denied him .
He was turned over to his enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
While dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing, the only property he had on earth
When he was dead,
He was laid in a borrowed grave,
Through the pity of a friend
Nineteen centuries have come and gone.
And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race, and the leader of mankind's progress.
All the armies that have ever marched,
All the navies that have ever been built and sailed,
All the parliaments that have ever sat,
All the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of mankind on earth
As powerfully as that one solitary life!
Adapted from a sermon by Dr James Allan Francis in “The Real Jesus and Other Sermons” © 1926 by the Judson Press of Philadelphia (pp 123-124)
He grew up in another obscure village where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty.
He never wrote a book,
He never held an office,
He never went to college,
He never visited a big city,
He never travelled more than two hundred miles from the place where he was born,
He did none of the things usually associated with greatness ,
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty three, his friends ran away.
One of them denied him .
He was turned over to his enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.
While dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing, the only property he had on earth
When he was dead,
He was laid in a borrowed grave,
Through the pity of a friend
Nineteen centuries have come and gone.
And today Jesus is the central figure of the human race, and the leader of mankind's progress.
All the armies that have ever marched,
All the navies that have ever been built and sailed,
All the parliaments that have ever sat,
All the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of mankind on earth
As powerfully as that one solitary life!
Adapted from a sermon by Dr James Allan Francis in “The Real Jesus and Other Sermons” © 1926 by the Judson Press of Philadelphia (pp 123-124)
