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The sun scorches Corinth’s stone streets. The air reeks of sacrifice smoke drifting down from the glittering temples on the Acrocorinth. Felix the wine-hauler, back bent from years at the docks, and Linus the indigo-dyed journeyman slump by a fountain, rattled by Paul’s fresh letter. “They saw the sea split open… and still God was not pleased with them.” Their bodies litter the wilderness like husks. If the miracle generation fell, what chance do two ordinary workers have against today’s pressure? Guild banquets loaded with idol meat. Oaths to the city genius before opening the dye vats.
Jobs on the line. Compromise whispers: “Your God won’t mind just a little…” Then wise widow Rhoda sits down. Her cracked, parchment hands take theirs. “The wilderness is right here in Corinth,” she says. “The escape isn’t a back door—it’s the cross. And it’s found when we choose the dry crust of fellowship over the feast of compromise.” A raw, gripping retelling of 1 Corinthians 10 that will hit you hard.
