How we quit our jobs, packed our bags, and took off on a trip around the world
Our E-pistle from Ephesus
To our saintly readers:
Where was my head during Sunday School again? Probably on one memorable question posed by my teacher: “What do you think heaven would look like?” Since we were told that there are many rooms in God’s house, I remember spending part of that time mulling over what rooms there should be in heaven: a library, a big indoor pool, probably a bowling alley with all-you-can-eat ice cream.
I definitely missed the whole idea that many books of the New Testament are letters written by Paul to fledgling churches, e.g., Ephesians to the people who lived in ancient Ephesus. Embarrassingly, I didn’t even know Ephesus was in Turkey until a few months ago. Not surprising then that Paul, himself a Turk from Tarsus, made it here on his travels.
But Ephesus’ history isn’t just Biblical, it’s classical. Founded by an Athenian prince, added to the wealth portfolio of King Croesus, and then requisitioned by the Romans as the capital of Asia Minor, Ephesus was already a heavy hitter by the time Paul arrived.
People flock to Ephesus nowadays, whether for its history, incredibly well-preserved ancient ruins, or just because their Lonely Planet tells them to. We walked here from our guesthouse, plucking more fresh juicy figs than we could eat from the trees by the side of the road, and joined the masses on a sweltering August day. Where else can you literally walk in the footsteps of Alexander the Great, Marc Anthony, Cleopatra, and John the Apostle?
Ephesus is a city that for all purposes was dead and buried (quite literally), but the masses of tourists and pilgrims it receives (two million of them every year) give the place a feeling of life and vitality — Ephesus’ second act, a new lease on life.