The Cost of Conviction

The Call to Lead

The marketplace was alive with noise. Merchants shouted over one another, silver shrines to Artemis glinting in the sun, while pilgrims crowded the streets of Ephesus. But then something began to shift. Whispers turned to shouts, anger swelled into a mob. The name on everyone’s lips was not Artemis, but Paul. His preaching had cut deep, and the idols we…