Tuesday, the beginning of our exciting trip to the Peloponnese! I stepped on the bus at 8 a.m., anticipation sharing a space with the cereal in my stomach. Corinth was our first stop. Corinth. CORINTH!
The exiting of central Greece and the entrance to the Peloponnese is the Corinthian Canal, which you can bungee jump from. In April. Heck yes. (Maybe? I’m a little scared. A lot scared. Don’t tell the guys in my group that I said that. I’m still trying to act cool.)
And right down the street from the canal is the ancient city where Paul lived for 18 months, working as a tent maker while he converted people.
The temple of Apollo is one of the biggest things still standing in the city:
This is the stone with Erastus' name on it, who was the city of Corinth's director of public works. (Romans 16:23)
The Bema where Paul was brought by the elders of Corinth's synagogue, who accused him of subversive teaching against Mosaic Law. (Acts 18)
The original road in Corinth. So Paul probably stood there. And so did I.
Oh, and here is me posing with the ancient ruins of the city.
So there are the facts, but how did it feel?
Very bizarre. This is the place where Paul wrote the letter to the Romans—one of my favorites. This is the people 1 and 2 Corinthians was written to. Now, when I am reading the Bible and this place is named, I actually have a mental picture. I know what the city looked like, I’ve stood on the street.
In the end, I’m just grateful for the opportunity.