Easter Blessings

Seeing the Candlelight Processional at Epcot during the Christmas season is one of the most enjoyable things for us at Walt Disney World. The following is part of the script from the Candlelight Processional, and we thought it appropriate to share with you on this Easter Sunday.

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman; he grew up in still another village, where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty. Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn’t go to college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. He was turned over to his enemies and went through a mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross, between two thieves. While He was 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.

Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today He is considered by many to be the central figure of the human race and the leader of mankind’s progress. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on this Earth as much as that One Solitary Life.