He was fifty one years old. He had never been this weary. He was weary in body, but even more weary in his soul.
His life dream was not happening. He had failed to reach his goal in the last four tries.
Questions bombarded his mind. Did he do the right thing? Should he quit? Maybe life was not worth it all anymore!
To make it worse he was all alone.
He walked and thought and brooded. On the horizon was a big city. It was a sinful city. Should he try again? Maybe just once more!
700,000 people were over there in the new city only 100 years old. He was aware it was not an easy city. Soldiers, merchants, slaves and prostitutes.
As he trod toward the outskirts he made what he thought might be his last important decision of life, after all he was despairing of life.
Slowly he stopped as the people on the road drifted by. He was just another traveller on this fine Roman road. Some where along the outside of the metropolis, Paul made a decision.
He decided, I will try again. The past four failures will not keep me from trying again.
Only this time I am making a decision.
This time I will only preach Jesus Christ and him crucified!
He had no fore boding that he was about to do what no other man in history would ever do again.
In the next eighteen months he would establish the largest church in the history of the world.
Corinth, the second largest city in the Roman Empire, the hardest challenge of Paul’s three journeys, would fall before the great apostle.
Paul at his lowest, was Jesus at His best.
God picked up His human crayon and drew a picture for all millenniums.
When I am weak, then am I strong.
It really isn’t about you after all.
Would you just let Jesus be the artist and you be the canvas?
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