Augustus Cæsar had been Ruler of the World.
He had found Rome brick and left it marble.
He had had a month named after him, and
He had been made a god!
Surely no one could ever be greater than he! Yet a greater than he was living at the very same time—a greater ruler of a greater kingdom with greater power and greater glory, although Augustus himself knew nothing about Him and lived and died without ever having heard of Him. This Man was born in the eastern part of Augustus’s empire in a tiny little village called Bethlehem, and His name was Jesus Christ.
For many, many years after Christ was born no one except His family and friends knew or cared anything about His birth or paid the slightest attention to it.
Christ was a Jew, the son of a carpenter. As a boy and young man He led a very simple and quiet life working in His father’s shop. He did not begin to preach until He was more than thirty years old. Then He went about teaching the people what we learn to-day as the Christian religion.
He taught that there was one God over all.
He taught brotherly love, that one should love one’s neighbor as oneself.
He taught the golden rule; that is, “do unto others as you would be done by.”