Peter and John took off in a sprint to get to the tomb of our risen savior. They wanted to see the empty sepulcher for themselves.
And it’s recorded that John outran Peter. (To me this is comical. I can relate to Peter. I’ve never been known as a fast runner.)
But John’s arrival at the tomb first didn’t mean that Peter lost. It just tells us that he arrived later.
Which made me recall what my great-grandmother said at her son’s, my Pappaw’s funeral: “He just ran faster than me. I’ll be there soon.”
When you’re in a race to see Christ it doesn’t matter when you cross the finish line. You have won. Be grateful to be on his team.
Run the race set before you with patience.