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To Help You Reach the Lost, Grow In Christ, and Sound a Faithful Warning
©Fundamental Evangelistic Association
The Incomparable
Christ
He came from the bosom of the Father to the bosom of a
woman. He put on humanity that we might put on divinity. He became Son of man that we
might become sons of God. He came from Heaven where the rivers never freeze, winds never
blow, frosts never chill the air, flowers never fade and no one is ever sick-no
undertakers and no graveyards-for no one ever dies, no one is ever buried.
He was born contrary to the laws of nature, lived in
poverty, reared in obscurity-only once crossed the boundary of the land, in childhood. He
had no wealth or influence and had neither training nor education. His relatives were
inconspicuous and not influential. In infancy, He startled a king; in boyhood, He puzzled
the doctors; in manhood, He ruled the course of nature. He walked upon the billows and
hushed the sea to sleep. He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for
His services. He never wrote a book, yet not all the libraries of the country could hold
all the books that have been written about Him. He never wrote a song, yet He has
furnished the theme of more songs than all writers combined. He never founded a college,
yet all the schools together cannot boast of as many students as He has. He never
practiced medicine, and yet He healed more broken hearts than the doctors healed broken
bodies.
He never marshalled an army, drafted a soldier or fired a
gun, yet no leader ever made more volunteers who have, under his orders, made rebels stack
arms or surrender without a shot being fired. He is the Star of astronomy, the Rock of
geology, the Lion and the Lamb of zoology, the Harmonizer of all discords and the Healer
of all diseases. Great men have come and gone, yet He lives on. Herod could not kill Him,
Satan could not seduce Him, 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 sake He became poor. How, poor? Ask Mary! Ask the Wise Men! He slept in
another's manger. He cruised the lake in another's boat. He rode on another man's ass. He
was buried in another man 's tomb. All failed, but He, never! The ever Perfect One, He is
the Chief among ten thousand. He is altogether Lovely and He is my Saviour!
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