His birth was contrary to the laws of life, His death was contrary to the laws of death. No miracle is so inexplicable as His life and teaching.

He had no cornfields or fisheries, but He could spread a table for five thousand and have bread and fish to spare. He walked on no beautiful carpets, but He walked on the waters and they supported Him.

His crucifixion was the crime of crimes, but, on God's side, no lower price than His infinite agony could have made possible our redemption. When He died, few men mourned, but a thick black crepe was hung over the sun. Though men trembled not for their sins, the earth shook under the load. All nature honored Him: sinners alone rejected Him.

Sin never touched Him. Corruption could not get hold of his body. The soil that had been reddened with His blood could not claim His dust.

Three years He preached His gospel. He wrote no book, build no church, had no money back of Him. After nineteen hundred years, He is the one central character of human history, the perpetual theme of all preaching, the pivot around which the events of the ages revolve, the only regenerator of the human race.

Was it merely the son of Joseph and Mary who crossed the world's horizon hundreds of years ago? Was it merely human blood that was spilled on Calvary's hill for the redemption of sinners which has worked such wonders in men and nations through the centuries?

What thinking man can keep from exclaiming
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

K.L.B.