As I welcome you to Higher Ground I immediately wish to share three
with you. First, as a website, Higher-Ground is one of millions of
websites available for you to peruse. If after flipping through some of our
pages you find no interest in our content than I thank you for your visit:
God Bless and be well.
Higher Ground is also a foundation, for which this web site is the front
door. Enter without knocking, any time you wish. All are welcome.
The mission of the Higher Ground Foundation is spelled out above,
throughout the pages of this site, in our hearts and in the philosophies
we share. We hope you can find some meaning in them and in the work
that will follow. I believe this foundation will witness the unfurling of a
butterfly that has long been germinating within the chrysalis of my
heart. We shall see if this new life takes flight.
Finally, Higher Ground
is a metaphor. And as such it takes on a meaning that is more profound
than any website or charitable foundation. For Higher Ground can
represent to us a direction in which we may travel; a moral, ethical, or,
most importantly, a spiritual evolution toward which we may aspire.
This is the meaning I hold most dear. And with every breath I take and
all the strength I can muster, I reach ever higher for the hands of Those
who may hoist me aloft, while at the same time, with all the love in my
heart for my struggling human family, I reach toward my brethren to
help them along.
~ Anthony Fisichella Jr.
One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant
woman. He grew up in another obscure 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 office. He never owned a home. He never went to
college. He never set foot inside a big city. He never traveled two
hundred miles from the place where he was born. He did none of
the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no redentials
but himself. He had nothing to do with this world except the naked
power of His divine manhood. While He was still a young man the
tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends deserted Him.
He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery
of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He
was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property
He had – His coat. When He was dead, He was taken down and
laid in a borrowed grave.
Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone, and today He
is the centerpiece for much of the human race. All the armies
that have ever marched, and all the navies that ever sailed, and all
the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned,
put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as
powerfully as this “One Solitary Life.”
“One Solitary Life” is a story, evidently first told by Dr. James Allen Francis. Dr. Francis included it as the last sermon in his book, The Real Jesus And Other Sermons published by Judson Press in 1926.