If you guys know me, I had always admired Paul the apostle. I always envied those that were able to live in his generation. I even lamented to God something why did He not put me in the warring era. Up to this point, I only had the consolation that God knew what He was doing when He chucked me in this era.

Yet, I always struggled, wishing that I was born in the age of Paul of Tarsus, Moses the patriarch or perhaps even the more recent, Martin Luther King and the other great men of God. Sometimes, I even secretly wished to be like them.

However, here’s a thought that struck me recently. What if we were really the last runner in this Great Commission?


I think Paul would want to be in my shoes.