Jesus, The Poor Man

   Jesus, The Poor Man

 Jesus was the poorest man who ever walked the dirt roads of earth. Born in poverty and reared in obscurity. He yet lived to enrich mankind. A stable was His birthplace, a manger His cradle. For twenty years He worked as a carpenter in a poverty stricken and despised village which bore the scorn of man as they asked, “Can any good thing come out of Nazareth?”

He began His ministry at the Jordan River, with no organization to support Him, no patrons to enrich Him He publicly began a life of poverty that ended at the tomb. He preached without price, and wrought miracles without money. As far as we know, He never possessed the value of one dollar. How pathetic His words “The foxes have holes and the birds of the air their nests but the Son of Man hath not where to lay His head.”

He was an itinerant preacher whose parish was the world. When invited, He entered men’s homes for dinner. He fed from His hands as He walked through fields of corn.
His support came from the gifts of a few women and His treasurer stole part of the pittance put therein.

He walked all over the hills of Judea and by the waters of Galilee enriching men, Himself the poorest of all. He slept often under the open sky, in the wilderness without food by Jacob’s well without water, in the crowded city without a home. Thus He lived and loved, toiled and died. His value was thirty pieces of silver
when sold the price of a slave, the lowest estimate of human life.

So poor was he that He needs must carry His own cross through the city until, fainting, He fell. He was nailed to that cross between two thieves, stripped of His robe, the gift of love for which inhuman soldiers gambled as He died.

With no estate with which to endow His weeping and widowed mother, He bequeathed her to the love of the beloved John. Then He gave His peace to the disciples, His pardon to the thief, His life for the world, His body to the cross, and
His spirit to God.

His burial clothes were the gift of a friend, He was laid at last in a borrowed grave.
But He arose again, our Saviour.

Truly, Jesus Christ was the poorest man that ever walked the dirt roads of earth. Though He was rich, yet for our sakes He became poor, that we, through his poverty might become rich.

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