Jesus, who is the central figure of Christianity, was born of a virgin, and proclaimed in
the New Testament as the Lamb, (or child) of God.
I am basing this book on that premise, since it is embedded in my mind that it is the one
and only truth, in spite of what other religions may believe. The thought that it isn't the
truth is nothing but hogwash in my mind, and I will continue to praise the name of Jesus
until I am called home, and no longer of this earth.
Christians come in all sizes, shapes, colors. We are either tall or short; skinny, pleasingly
plump...and onward; red, yellow, black, or white, and come from all corners of our earth.
We all may not have one thing in common, other than the fact that we love Jesus, and
bigger and better yet...He loves us! That doesn't make us better than other people...just
Christ was crucified and died for my sins, and yours. He died on what we observe as
Good Friday, and arose 3 days later, on what we celebrate as Easter.
The date of Jesus' birth and death, and His subsequent age at the time of His death has
been in the hands of scholars for hundreds of years, without any solid confirmation.
Since there were no records kept back then, they can only go on time lines in history,
and assume the rest. They all conclude that Jesus was over thirty, with many stating He
had to be in His forties when he was crucified. This also lends itself to discussion of how
long His ministry actually existed. Was it 31/2 years, or was it twelve years?
I honestly don't know what difference it makes, nor do I care about the logistics of it.
What I DO care about, is that Jesus is my Savior and Master. Enough said!