Paul writes from hundreds of miles away to a church that's been told he was a fraud, a religious salesman who flattered them, took what he wanted, and disappeared the moment it got dangerous. He can't call, can't fly ...
Picture it. A small room in Corinth. It's late outside. The city is loud the way a port city is loud at night. There's laughter, an argument three streets over, a dog that won't stop barking. Inside the room, there's ...
