I know a man...

I know a man and I just want to talk about him a minute, and maybe you will discover who I´m talking about as I go down the way because he was a great one.
And he just went about about serving. He was born in an obscure village, the child of a poor peasant woman.
And then he grew up in still another obscure village, where he worked as a carpenter until he was thirty years old.
Then for three years, he just got on his feet, and he was an itinerant preacher. And he went about doing some things.

He didn´t have much. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never owned a house. He never went to college. He never visited a big city.
He did none of the usual things that the world would associate with greatness.

He was only thirty-three when the public turned against him:
They said he was a trouble maker and practiced civil disobedience.
And so he was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. The irony of it all is that his friends turned him over to them. One of his closest friends denied him. Another of his friends turned him over. And while he was dying, the people who killed him gambled for his clothing, the only possession that he had in the world. When he was dead he was buried in a borrowed tomb.

Nineteen centuries have come and gone and today he stands as the most influential figure that ever entered human history.
All of the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned put together have not affected the life of man on this earth as mach as that solitary life.

His name may be a familiar one. Every now and then somebody says, "He is King of Kings." And again I can hear somebody say "He is Lord of Lords".

He didn´t have anything. He just went around serving and doing good !

=> Jesus Christ Superstar !

- MLK