The life of a Corinthian public servant was nothing glamorous, in fact it was very short of it. Though the head of the city were always appointed through political or financial persuasion, those under the heads had to be men who could run everything. He had worked hard to some day be one of those men, a man who could get it done, who could be depended on, and who while not made wealthy might hope to live comfortably, therefore the day he succeeded his boss was one worthy of great celebration. For years he had toiled trying to rise above the station into which he was born, and here he had found hope. He had struggled and tried, he had offered sacrifices, he had worshiped in every temple open to him, he had held nothing back that was required from any god in the hope that one of them might grant him favor. In doing so, as a true Corinthian he continually sought the elements of the divine, through sacrifice, through worship, through indulgence. For what is there in this life if it does not lead to fulfillment. Fulfillment of our monetary desires, desires for status, desires for personal gratification. IS not the self the highest ideal, is not the fulfillment of desire the ultimate goal. Am I not deserving/available to enjoy the best that this life has to offer. Therefore his recent promotion was cause to celebrate, to offer sacrifices, to celebrate but he paused. A while before in his pursuit of help and hope from any deity, he found himself listening to a sharp featured plain spoken rough handed tent maker who spoke next to the synagogue. This man spoke with a sense of urgency, and while the prudish Jews had little time for him, something about the hope in this mans eyes caught him. He found himself drawn to Justus’ house day after day to hear Paul speak about Jesus. And he knew with this recent promotion he would thank Jesus, but more than that he knew his pursuit of the divine could not be fully captured in his personal gratification and desires, but would ultimately somehow be found solely in Jesus.